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Lessons In Life

I take a step forward 
but fall further behind
Losing sight of myself 
was just a matter of time

It seems the faster I run 
the slower I go
And the more that I learn 
the less that I know

The more money I make 
the less that I get
And the less I remember 
the more I regret

The more that I do 
the less that gets done
And the more that I play 
the less I have fun

The more I experience 
the less that I dream
Growing up isn't all 
what I thought it would be

The illusion of age 
that I had in the past
Believe me is something 
that I no longer have

I know now the truth 
as reality sets in
And I wish I could start 
this process again

I would enjoy my youth 
to the fullest extent
Remember and cherish 
all the the time that I spent

But alas it can't happen 
so I'll take to my grave
The memories I have 
of my better days

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Syd

Very relatable and very good.

- Syd 

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Pure405Evil

Thank you Syd for the comment and your time, I appreciate it.

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Pure405Evil

Thank you Liliana for the comment, I really appreciate it.

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Marion

Lol...did you pinch these thoughts from.my brain?? Can relate...cracking write ?

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Pure405Evil

Lol.....I was only visiting your mind. Thank you for your comment, I appreciate it.

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