Self conscious, with a sense of timing. Progress? We went from rhyming about our selves, cocky, to rhyming about our health problems. Mental of physical, I miss feeling invincible. Perspectives spread so thin I'm feeling invisible. Doing ellipticals to steal from the intervals. We all start so innocent. Then wisdom fills the ignorance, but did it kill the kid in us? Writing's on the wall and I wish I were illeterate. It's capable versus aging dull. Elegant. We find ways to remain relevant. Embellishments. It's survival instincts vital to breathe without sighing with each. We just wanna smile, but we know it's all denial. The seams seem to be prying, we see how vial and weak our thoughts get. Animals, despite our superiority complex.
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