A rant-poem. Prepare for length.
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I'll always remain
Childhood was great
Can't relive it again
I wish but wishing's a lie
And God never was
The closest may die
But I can't keep up
Every year feels its part
And I'm always afraid
Could I bring children here
Just to feel this again?
Insensitive one second
Hyper the next
Feel pain in my shoulder
Then I'll never relax
Write endless notations
But what do they mean?
Do I aim it for you
Or do I aim it for me?
At least as a child
I could ignore the news
Live life in my box
Happy, friendly, uncool
But proud to be me and
Still usually am
In love and in luck
With ones I can stand
Mental preconceptions
The problem must be
The fear of delusions
Illusions of fame
And illusions of graduer
Though focus is gone
Acceptable standards
A shame for us all
Look up to the old
Look down to the young
The pattern repeats and
as feared, I am one
Yet still clear of mind
Of what's right and what's grey
If blessed of ignorance
I'd lose everything
And I would never give up
I just wish I could stay.
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