Count the marks on the walls,
See the way it seems to fall,
Tick down to infinity, Continue reading
At time not “correct,”
By metrics unknown,
Old world relics,
I’ve barely liked as I’ve grown, Continue reading
One man I am,
And with that,
I only have so much time,
And I spend it,
With those I want to—
Those I love.
Time it seems,
Flows too fast, Continue reading
The difference between adults and children—besides so many other things—is perhaps the level of complexity their lives have. The older you get, the more it seems that you are being pulled into a thousand places. There’s a real worry about the death of spontaneity because the only real way to manage the increasing and often rather disparate tasks of adulthood seems to be a heavily regimented schedule or memorizing everything by simple repetition. Continue reading
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