With every blink,
With every life’s sink,
I think…
Was it a waste?
Why is life in such haste?
Too many regrets…
Who no one ever forgets
Too many spilled drinks,
Too many lost winks.
I wish there was no watches or clocks,
I wish our life was not segmented in blocks.
I wish there was no tomorrow,
I wish there was no sorrow.
I wish we had no obligations,
And no tears in relations.
So what would the point then be?
Clear it up coz I can’t see.
There’s got to be no, for yes to exist,
Do you see the little curly gist?
I wish I didn’t, but I do…
I wish I bounced and then flew,
But I was planted, and then I grew…
And now like Johnny, I just walk,
I have no wings, but I can talk.
So fuck you meaning of my time,
I live today, ‘tomorrow’ die…
With every blink
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