On Senior Year & Entering The 2020's

Poetry

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New horizons await with time’s progression

Afraid of a new decade’s old depression,

Resurfacing soon, with the same message,

“Without Exceptions, You’ll Leave No Impression.”

Forgot the years while looking forward, mistake.

On top of here lies no symmetry, insane.

Where the souls come to simulate, the same-

Old trains of thoughts in each other’s brains, shame.

Restless contemplation, whole lot as of late.

As time fills itself up, I’m honestly drained,

Mess with common sense to remain entertained,

I’m stressed with connections, I gotta stay sane.

It’ll all come back one day, a recollection,

Of the days I was addicted to perfection.

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