Its a mad, mad rush.
There'll never be enough time to do anything.
No time to bathe, to eat, to walk, to think, to drink, to sleep.
Life's been a whirlwind so far.
Everything's spinning around so quickly, only to find myself
walking back to what I ran out from.
I found myself hitting the tarmac this morning without doing
the basic routine of going to relieve myself and brushing my teeth.
All because some moron woke up too early.
My legs were moving but my brain was a second behind.
Turning, turning and turning. Round after round after round.
Beads of perspiration slid down my arms and face, landing onto the ground.
Boots pounding the exact same spot for 45minutes; all because some moron
was chewing on a sweet.
I maybe complaining but the irony is that we all chose to be here.
Life.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 8:39:00 PM
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