A lot like hope.
A lot like us.A lot like nah.
Am I making something worthwhile out of this time being given for free?
Do dreams of yours make you want to sleep more?
Remember how selfish we were when we said the world could be ours?
We weren't young, we weren't thinking, but I still don't know what it's called.
Some words I wrote ages ago, seen on page 5 of my Kinesiology book. Some, tonight.
-E
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