I am on the edge of this time
I look around and don't like what I see
I don't like how I feel
Where I am going is no longer as clear as it was
And where I have been doesn't seem so bad
I used to feel like if I had some money life wouldn't be so hard and things would be better
But then even a little money changes things
Changes me
There is a price for everything
I see that now
Even with the lows there are some highs too
But to keep an even balance means no lows and no highs
It means nothing
And nothing becomes everything after too much of it
And I have sacraficed everything to gain nothing
Isn't time a funny eye piece
Making this so much clearer than without it
What would I be without all this? What was I before?
Who am I now?
Am I really sacraficing the present for my future? Why? Why is this so important when I can hold the present in my arms now, but the future falls through my hands like air?
The past doesn't matter to me. It is only a collection of weights on my mind, and seed scattered in my spirit, but nothing is growing right now
Except discontent
F you Universe F You!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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