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This is what really matters.
Today I made a list, of things I must do. My day, my actions were on a list, and one thought eight was what I must do.
This is what really matters.
Today I didn't see the world, I saw a list. I saw hallow faces in the hallway, I saw people who were lost and dead. They were dead because they never really lived, they never felt free, they never felt able, they never saw the world full of possibilities. They lived by limits and boundaries, by broken promises and lies.
This is what really matters.
Today I accomplished many things, but none of them really matter. Today I saw your face, so hopeful and confused, so willing and open, so ready to be pulverized by a thousand words till all that was left was void. I saw a reflection of self, an earlier self, myself in your eyes was reflected back to me.
So, what really matters?
This is what really matters.
Your future, talents, family, friends, grades, past, hope, dreams, money, house, cars, clothes, learning, growing, love, living???
In the end,
did it really matter?
Today I made a list, of things I must do. My day, my actions were on a list, and one thought eight was what I must do.
This is what really matters.
Today I didn't see the world, I saw a list. I saw hallow faces in the hallway, I saw people who were lost and dead. They were dead because they never really lived, they never felt free, they never felt able, they never saw the world full of possibilities. They lived by limits and boundaries, by broken promises and lies.
This is what really matters.
Today I accomplished many things, but none of them really matter. Today I saw your face, so hopeful and confused, so willing and open, so ready to be pulverized by a thousand words till all that was left was void. I saw a reflection of self, an earlier self, myself in your eyes was reflected back to me.
So, what really matters?
This is what really matters.
Your future, talents, family, friends, grades, past, hope, dreams, money, house, cars, clothes, learning, growing, love, living???
In the end,
did it really matter?