Thursday, April 9, 2009


The dillusion of such
Led to the illusion of the crutch
And when we fall its the contusion of the...

There is no countdown, its just counting
No count up, its just amounting
There is no time line, it really is a ray
There is no end, no one day
A myriad of moments, a barrage of breaths
Can't build your life around it, because it's here when your left

Time Limit is a myth
How do you limit a myth?
Since was to make sense of what we sensed...
As the rat race...
And even you win, we all end up in that place
Its funny when you coming in first, and it you last
You just its lapsed

So what's the worry?
People run, time crawls
So what's the hurry?

You are so insignificant
Times so infinite
You're only really here an instant
Your end is not distant
The end is in the distance

So for the sprint...why strain?
Just be happy to get in the game
Most don't leave the bench - so lame
Why did the audience even come to the game?
You soul only rents your remains

No one gets out alive
But your soul never dies
Even though your whole will never rise
Your goal is to fly...

This was born out my impeding graduation and the angst. I was inspried by Drake - Lust for Life

Lust For Life - Drake, TRP

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