Some of us are a universe in a human body. The mind, what an instrument. Alas, some have lesser depths, some know not how to wield their weapons, the ones placed inside their paws. Evolution, can it not take place whilst still retaining youthful innocence and hope in everything? You know, the kind that tends to fade as we accelerate to the grave. Well, why though, it doesn't seem to be absolute in necessity. Love and lust and liars and a melting pot consuming our thoughts. I take what I want from it and abandon the remainder. Big kids and gramophones, talking and slipping into dreams, sipping on the past, looking ever forwards. The recipe for now, words and choruses bending on the air, fitting just right into an ear.
Never say goodbye to everything we were, it made us who we are. Roots and then little shoots, just about everywhere.
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