Immature acts of thought-less revelations. Ones were i would never could
of acknowledged the future representations of such deeds. If an adult
tells you not to do something, TRY to remember not to. Don't follow my
shitty footsteps. Well try not to at least. And i only use this cane
for balance, not for getting around. But i guess life can be funny sometimes.
Decaying birds, resting in the middle of streets, dead, trampled and
crumpled up for protection. Oh, how short a birds life is compared to us.
But i guess we all go when its time, don't we. Maybe a birds time goes
slower than ours, so in actuality they "LIVE" just for as long as humans do.
But it's not my time to go but i don't know if i can ever see it in my future.
Why would i want to go when everything is so beautiful. And everyone seems
to be looking out for me. Buses arrive on schedule, i make my own appointments,
and i tame my own beast inside of me. Cars fly by, skreeching their brakes,
slamming their horns, while subways rumble beneath me as my body trembles
to the echoes as trains pass above me, hearing the twists and the turns of the
track rocking the train cars back and forth like a cradle then the planes fly
too high above us letting gusts of winds force through it traveling hundreds
of miles in the school and hundreds of miles of speed. All while we build
lasting structures that take more than centuries to crumble and dismantle.
Oh the BEAUTY!
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