Old Teenage Poems Poems

Do we spend our lives regretting
thinking of the lives
we never got to have
the moments we never experienced
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And I don't think I like
how he sees me

- who I've slowely become in his eyes
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Where do you run
when your mind
is the prison
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Why do we hold back
on smiling to strangers
on the subway / bus
- as if we needed to
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Can't occupy my mind
- the thoughts keep spinning

Can't occupy my hands
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How strange it is
that something so ordinary
can turn you
inside out
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Has the situation really changed
or were we the only ones to transform
what is truly certain
whan our very lives are a loan
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What are we really waiting for?
What is this - waiting?
When do we predict our lives to start,
and why don't we begin the motion ourselves?
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You look up at the sky
And think of how great it is
-How immensly small we are
And how there's no such thing as divine bliss
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If I'd stop here
To look back
I'd only see myself
for all that I lack
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