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suddenly
suddenly you're this person, this 'adult'
and suddenly you're talking to younger persons
the way you remember grown-ups
talking to you when you were a kid
and it's all happening so fast
and it's all so scary and unknown
and suddenly you feel proud about your job
(even though it's nothing like you ever imagined)
even though the unfulfilled dreams of
what you originally 'wanted' to do
is all that fills your sleepy head at night
and sometimes you have nightmares
about never doing anything good
or artistic or honest
but they leave your mind as soon as you wake up
and sometimes suddenly you wonder what you're doing here
why are you setting an alarm
why are you checking your email
why are you dressing up for that meeting
why are you mixing too much sugar into your coffee
this isn't 'it'
this isn't anything
sometimes suddenly you remember those nightmares
sometimes all the caffiene you consume leaves you nauseous
sometimes you get sad and it makes no sense
to anyone else but you
and you want to run
and maybe hide
mostly just so the nightmares will stop
but also because you know you have
something to contribute
but you just
don't know what it is yet
Very awesome rad girl. Loved
Very awesome rad girl. Loved it.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
As promised
An attempted comment.
Suddenly, suddenly
When the world gets cold outside
And a darkness stirs inside
I wonder how I got here
I wonder where I am
And then I realize
In this thing I call my life
I only get one try
And suddenly, I know that I'm alive
When I think back to yester-years gone by
I sit alone and wonder why
I'm standing here tonight
What if I hadn't gone that way?
What if I'd changed my mind?
Would things still be the same?
Would I have lived a different life?
And then, I realize
In this thing that I call life
I only get one try
And suddenly, I know that I'm alive
It's like a country song playing over in my mind
About "Every stop light I didn't make"
And I wonder who I'd be
If I'd done things differently
But I am wasting too much time
Thinking of how the past could change
And then, I realize
In this thing that I call life
I only get one try
And suddenly, I know that I'm alive
And suddenly, the thoughts rise up inside
Were the things that I chose right?
Am I still wasting time?
Can I really call this life?
And then, I realize
In this thing I call my life
I'm still on my first try
And suddenly, I know I'm still alive
And suddenly, I know that I'm alive
So, simply put; said short and sweet
This is who I was meant to be
And dwelling on a memory
Is the past taking my life from me
And now, I realize
That this thing is my life
It only matters if I try
And suddenly, suddenly, I know that I'm alive
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Hope you enjoy your stay.
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