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i had originally started writing thinking about self-loathing egomaniacs... something we're all familiar with. i wrote 'disillusionment' at the top of a page and this came out... i later changed the title to what seemed more appropriate. it's not as negative as it sounds. it's just that sometimes... sometimes i worry.
The Stages Of Life
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One of these days I'll wake
Feeling immortal I'll go through the motions
Sun will shine on my body
...To big of a hurry to notice the warmth.
Laughter lines will erode my face
With hostile defiance and regret I'll remember
It's too late in the day to change the world
...I'll start tomorrow.
One of these days it will leave me to bliss
The angst and confusion will be entombed
I'll be a 'productive' member of society
...Without any dreams.
'Reality' will kidnap my idealistic naivete, they tell me
Fertility will blind my ambition
Priorities will invert until only a semblance of happiness exists
...Is it too late to turn back?
One of these days I'll stop
Breathing.
The Stages Of Life
------
One of these days I'll wake
Feeling immortal I'll go through the motions
Sun will shine on my body
...To big of a hurry to notice the warmth.
Laughter lines will erode my face
With hostile defiance and regret I'll remember
It's too late in the day to change the world
...I'll start tomorrow.
One of these days it will leave me to bliss
The angst and confusion will be entombed
I'll be a 'productive' member of society
...Without any dreams.
'Reality' will kidnap my idealistic naivete, they tell me
Fertility will blind my ambition
Priorities will invert until only a semblance of happiness exists
...Is it too late to turn back?
One of these days I'll stop
Breathing.