Is
this what it’s meant to be...this thing called life ?
Like being on a swing...
Like being on a swing...
Head
in the clouds when you’re up
And
feet on the ground as you come down ?
Like
being on a roller-coaster...
The
rush of excitement as you climb higher
And
the vacuum in your stomach as you descend ?
On and on...in a loop...till
eternity ?
Or starting off as a trickle,
Or starting off as a trickle,
In
the middle of a forest or on top of a mountain...
Forging
ahead to meet new landscapes
While
leaving behind those that you will never visit again...
Joining
others along the way and rushing forth...
Being
thrown, by the sheer velocity and force of a collective, into vastness...
Trying
to not get lost...
Trying
to make sense, to be meaningful...
And
one day quietly evaporating into nothingness ?
To have, to want...
To have, to want...
To
create, to destroy and to create again...
To
love, to lose, to let go...
To struggle to change...
To struggle to change...
Or
to resist it...
To
think that you know...
Or
to know that you don’t...
Is this what it’s meant to be...this thing called life ?
Is this what it’s meant to be...this thing called life ?
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