Daily thoughts
Why?
Why doesn’t change never come?
Why can’t I?
Why?
Is it because we just are who we are?
Like the birds of the North surly fly South
In response to call of winter without fail.
But I fail.
I fail to maintain order.
I fail to fly amongst flock kind though we are kindered species.
I fail miserably to keep up
To evolve
To...
To amount to much other then the now.
So I ask again why doesn’t change come even though seasons come and go.
Like feathered kind.
Why can’t I evolve like them?
Why?
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Mare
Canadian university student, living on a slab of ice, writing when I can, whenever I can, in hopes it will lead me somewhere far away.
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