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You were all so perfect
You fail to realize the most simple truth:
TO QUESTION IS DIVINE. Wisdom's not lost in youth, quite contrary. Walls take time to be erected, at a time where one is moved to tears, but not a drop is shed. The mortarboard by now fits snugly on the head. When kindness is a weakness, you might aswell be dead. No need for soothsayers and yes men when all we do is guess, when what needs to be known comes as naturally as breathe. No need for your tommorow, when you're useless today. Menial tasks come to you as a storm brews in mind. You leave everything and nothing at once, a fantasy land where shit is ice cream. Fart a swarm of bees without flinching. Dance. Dance like a donkey lost at sea. Sloshing about merrily. Still always, always still like water off a duck’s back. I want a pet duck with laser beam eyes and a chrome beak to boot, I know, what a quack! |