Spent
the good half of your youth digging the data
Learn to see everything with your glasses of rationale on
Would
always look for justifications, purposes and outcomes
Trying
to prove everything you can comprehend would exists
Well,
they aren’t
Not
every story would have its background story
Not
every action would have their purposes straight
Neither
can you plan everything with 99% accuracy
Nor
discussions would always be needed, your actions to speak
A
life you`d used be looking at a tiny micro point
Where
every other scenario is tested before
You
would prove nothing is not equal to zero
So
you would find there is something
Even
in the great enlightenment
Your
life gets closer to the middle point when you pass this age
Nothing
would excite you to jump around
Or
to weep on others shoulders
Life
is lonely,
Well,
WTH we lived all the postgraduate time in solitary
No
longer sensitive for small things, others to find you inhuman
Sleep
becomes convenient
Than
the struggles of fakes and reals
And
not to be pissed on their attempts to fool around
Find
your peace with the three letter suffix added
Knowing
you can cuddle with it, hiding in the room
Stop
thinking three steps ahead so to stop spoiling serendipity
Remember
even the well-manured serendipity can easily go wrong
Finding
love wouldn’t be that easy, pillow talks to become boring
Seize
your global goals, know it’s hard to guide the two horses’ cart
The
more you climb this tree of facts and functions
Would
mostly see the mechanics of the world
Thus
to lose your appetite on an apple pie, now too much sugar in it.
Would
hardly find a sensible conversation
And
the good old days of slutty jokes are far gone by
Birds
of a feathers would flock together
Well,
there aren’t many in the area…
