All this time wasted
All this time spent thinking about the future
Counting the stars
Smelling the roses
All this time spent thinking
These countless hours spent taking in the air
Running stringed flowers through hair
Trying to avoid the absence of care
but to no avail
The stars look down upon us
As if the roses didn’t try to either
To my own devices,
I realize that I have wasted the latter day of my youth
Gone in passing ours twiddling thumbs
Going numb
from overthinking
I realize
that those lies
Those whom died
Those tears that have dried
Those years that I have tried
are gone©

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