Gone by

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…