Leaves
of sorrow tumble on the wind like the fading memories of my childhood, lost
behind the veil of time and distance, no more borne aloft by the idealistic
dreams of youthful optimism, they tug gently at the frayed corners of my
experience, reminding me of things I once held as truth that have been driven
into exile by the modernity of this world. No new lands to explore, no
frontiers remaining to conquer, what are we left with but the bittersweet
realization that this civilization is just treading water until we drown in an
ocean of mediocrity. Hear hear, to the rebels and villains of the past that walked
the out of style.
of sorrow tumble on the wind like the fading memories of my childhood, lost
behind the veil of time and distance, no more borne aloft by the idealistic
dreams of youthful optimism, they tug gently at the frayed corners of my
experience, reminding me of things I once held as truth that have been driven
into exile by the modernity of this world. No new lands to explore, no
frontiers remaining to conquer, what are we left with but the bittersweet
realization that this civilization is just treading water until we drown in an
ocean of mediocrity. Hear hear, to the rebels and villains of the past that walked
the out of style.
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