something about revolving
on a sphere that is evolving
is moving enough to keep
me moving enough.
something about progress
or their definition of progress
is ironic enough to keep
progressing for definition.
to define me
is not your job.
nor is it mine.
Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me
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