Spent the whole time whining.
Looking but not seeing,
never trying to venture,
perceiving this world as unfit for us.
Demanding things to be handed over
as if what we do is rarely ever wrong.
When dusk sets in,
we wished,
We could be More-
how sad.
Now, why don't we try to be deep, or shallow, or mellow.or whatever it is that we ought to be.
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