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To be young
Is to be full of wonder,
A shining ignoramus.
I’d rather be lost than found
Because at least it’d feel more honest.
In constant flux.
Growth is awkward. Growth is war.
Death is peace. Death is destination.
Death is closed and horizontal
So let me fall for as long as I can
As fast as I can.
Let me make what I can from
All these blurring colors,
To arrange and rearrange then mess it up again
And do it with my friends, to laugh along the way
And provide no answers
Nor be provided with them.