May We End Well

 

Quantum entanglements this, trying to weave living in a search for balance, Thomas Wolfe was right when he said you can't go home again
home to Mr Biggs meat pie, turkey and Sunday rice, everything is gone now, Money have snuff the life from the world.

At the beach all you did was pick at the sand with s stick, you claim it important and I would have joined but I saw you there yesterday and I don't want that for myself, At least after riding the bicycle show me your record collection, don't just sit there stuck in the mud.
Coitus and it's externalities last for just 30 minute'you have what? 16 plus hours to do other things, Do other things.

I too do have adolescent carry over how do I deal with expectations as one should just pick rubbish for company because the tide
how do I deal it, I remember the movie Liberals Arts and think how do I grows old? How do I make sure I end well,how do I grow old cool? how do I grow cold stoic, unfazed by the need for revenge, unsoiled by the entirety of life's bullshit.
I didn't get here being completely studious and I didn't get here rolling in the mud either, just a cadence of taking it one day at a time Vaisvana and a spectator of one.
How do I participate in the life of younger ones if not by helping their verve and not retarding it.
Our hurt adult, hurtling by the ignorance of acquisition, the rash of vengeance but they can't seem to shake this feeling of being left behind, the feeling of being left behind and not feeling cool and a need to just grab company by the neck and enforce it's accompaniment even if it be a corpse.
A sailor with a chains on his leg would be languid on the beach and how is that company however you could give him a ship and board with, to find him alive and alive even to you that is accompanied and happy.

Where am I going? I want to go where I can be free a loving, a lap to a nap absentmindedly with both eyes closed, to laugh from my heart share what I eat no matter how small, when I have dreamed, imagining so many faces and they keep changing depending on who I am with at the moment, the face not the mien, it's a good mien, I am a good mien.
And still I want it my way spread the suffuse pick what I want leave the chaff behind 
How do I find love in the literary society?remove the phony! how? Tell the truth brave it
I am braggart because I know I am right I always tell the truth even if its insufficient
be an adult that fosters growth I say.

Am I a phony? why should I go on feeling like a fraud, here is the wind unchanging kowtow to a spluttering bog? What? with all I have written? I see when people sneer at my back how do I tell them that I am what I am, in the quietest toil, and I will get my respect no matter how beggared they'll have me be for company. I will not shovel shite, my sacrifice must prove all the difference find out about that difference you must.
I need to stop dating kids look for conscience if I will find any, But they're all kids until they take weed, and open up their conscience. Focus on your plan , don't fall for the bait..
how do I navigate these noticeable parapraxis and the inherent disgust how do I navigate the African struggling svelte .
how do I support them without feeling like them? without feeling like them, I should think they would make up for their intellect with emotional quotient but when something ignorant is still depraved, it's a doubly sad.

I consider music and movies to be my thing I want to listen and share media I believe it's the fastest form of education and I'm happiest when I see a mind bloom 
am I happy in a regimen? I am, I like a closing out and getting things done and on time I'm happy the less volatile a day is 
What of society, what of my mind? what society? Is it mine? I think I would wish them well. I know what I want and how I want it I should determine those who I want to be with.
Do I want to life long Yeah, I picture it sometimes, waking from deep sleep, going to the farmer's market watch a movie sleep and quiet.
Alternate days for now, and when I am drinking my new found quiet in between worlds too young for the old and too old for the young, too learned for my mates a little too high strung for their liking, In this Zipline I should pray I end well.
It isn't being rich nor is it the mental and physical squalor it's personality and very few have it
they proffer another life, another reality,when you cross to admin, but that is not your concern, God doesn't care how the world is run.
You either move to admin or remain in the ignorant, but you can't affect the system.

How do I age cool? how do I make myself attractive even at old age how do I remain attractive? and have something people want to look at? I just have to focus on a something do it without hurting anyone one day people will wonder what is in this my clenched fist 
When the aged go after my mien how do I sustain filial piety and living my life, is it really okay to be human, Is it always going to be a
one way traffic, must you ru? Well still you have to come back
The constant discombobulation and disquiet Africans don't know how to accompany themselves through life, they think money is relevance it isn't you are simply being abided by you have been buried alive.
They devolved him and are about to stop the same to me I won't allow them.
I must have my will since I haven't hurt anyone, actualize it, determined to mow the sum of their corpses, whirling on the sauntering petals of their blood. Say no to society even when it's a berwildered horde, They are wrong? tell them brave what comes with your dignity, Live right an the Only prayer we can live on is that we truly do end well.




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