(IDK)
The concept of time is endlessly vague
You wake up one day you’re nine
And the next you’re 18
All the while you’re struggling to find and pin down what you want from life
Recess, sprawled out on the grass
The only blemish on the sky is the puffiest cloud
Both 18 and nine
Both at once
And neither
The scent of earth and green grass fill the air
Jagged flimsy blades poke into your back
Most folding under the weight of your person
Under the weight of the world
Hold strong and don’t fold
Be kind, don’t be cold
Keep growing, you’re better than that
Your future lies in your lap
Mixed with the grass ripped from the soil
Child of the earth
Don’t be so down
We all make mistakes, we’re tuning for better sound
So pull your head from the clouds, and ground it for now
It’ll drift eventually, but try to keep it bound
Chain it to your thesis
Your existence
Find power in life
And live with the burden
Isn’t this great?
I could die today
Bittersweet symphonies chime
And my ears ring
My soul is bouncing in my ears
Vibrating, humming the hymn of it all
I love it here
On this grassy knoll
Reach my hand to the sky
And let it flop to the floor
Take a nap in the plain
Consciousness fades away
And let my brain leak, just for today
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Mateo Gomez
April 11, 2022 at 5:44 pm
Hi Mateo, good job! Keep it up!!!
Patricio A. Rojas, PhD. Instructor CNM-MSE Faculty senator CNM Data Analysis NMACES Adjunct Faculty UNM ________________________________