I have a poem about time. I think it's snaptastic. That's my saying. have many, and that's what makes me me. Here it is:
Stop hiding behind your masquerade
Unravel the torn pieces you glued together
You can't
I can't
Time can
Time
A fundamental
So hard to explain
So easy to trust definition
Time: simple, complex, waste
Too much for so little of tasks
Potential is the key word
What you do
Not what you have or not
But how you make little last too much
Potential
Potential
Did you like that? I bet you did. Come on, smile, you liked it. Ha, i made myself laugh. If this was a movie and not real life, i'd be the dog man. Since cat lady is for girls. Yeah, so dog man. Whatever, you get my gest. Time moves so slowly, doesn't it? It stands there and watches us until we look away and it changes. It likes to torment us, really, it does. I'm not kidding. I'm waiting for graduation, you know? Golly! Am i waiting. I have only three more weeks left until graduation, but that last week is all about graduation: me turning 18, grad practices, getting ready for my party, and then the big moment. School is really boring now. I like that Friday I get to help out with Fish Camp meaning for the end of the day, I do nothing! And Field day is on wednesday, I do nothing! Next week we get a four day weekend. And next saturday i go to my friends prom! Gosh, that sounds fun, but it's like I want to skip to those days, and go to June that way I graduate sooner and start to live independently.
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I wish it moved as slowly for me as it does for you. My time seems to fly by here lately.
F*** Religion. Read more here:
http://www.progressiveu.org/020528-f-religion