It's odd how time passes
Moves along like it's the only thing that matters
Passes us without concern
For the way it makes us feel.
How it affects our pace
How it dominates thought.
Funny thing, time.
It's odd how people live.
Relinquish their dignity
For the sake of contempt
Fueled by spite
Raw with obsession
Funny thing, people.
It's mesmerizing how things work
How pieces fit together
How masses fall apart.
How nothing is as it seems
Until it's assumed to be imperfect.
Funny thing, things.
It's confusing how we exist
With so many boundaries
With no boundaries at all.
Rules and roadblocks and hiccups
A life less tragedy
A life less sorrow
A lifeless sorrow.
Funny thing, existence.
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