priorities
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Capture my eyes with the beauty of your hands -
How they measured out the seas and sent them to sands,
How they formed galaxies just for my wonder;
Capture my eyes with lighning and thunder.
With no change, comes no growth;
As the pendulum swings,
we watch as time goes by,
faster than the blink of an eye;
Mid semester, junior year,
work starts to pile up, work not handed in,
Why do they hate us?
They sit upon their skyscrapers
With eyes malicious and green with lust.
They feast like kings and hiss like serpents,
I sat myself down and
Talked around
The points
Like usual.
Suddenly
I burst from
My seat and I
Collapsed in a heap
As the inferno of complexity
Childhood is the playpen that keeps out the real world;
holding you close till you're readily unfurled
At the beginning it's the ignorance that keeps us at ease
I never understood the word priority
Is a dancer, writer, or singer really what I want to be?
Can I do this and be a Christian
Or do I have to choose
We all fear the most inevitable of outcomes
The day our lungs give out and the blackness swallows us
Swallows us like the pills we used to cling desperately to
If Winter only taught me one thing,
it would be how to not respond
when life calls for me.
Winter told me to ignore it,
when my best friend called
and pleaded for my involvement
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
Blue skies reside in photographs,
predating sprawled luxury -
untainted tips of childish thought
with straight priorities.
