Grass is Cut, Again
I don't care. Consciousness searches for a little happiness, but the brain just won't let it be. Something's missing. Education, religion, work and play, everything brings a transient state with an expiration date signaled by dissatisfaction and leading, eventually, to dread.
Sappy words won't fill the gas tank. Time needs a different kind of fuel. Satisfaction is a steep grade and takes too much energy.
It's like you studied for the wrong test. The test for which you prepared was administered yesterday. You got a zero, and you'll fail the test you're taking today.
Take that seat at the head of the class; humility will find you. It'll drag you down to the point where anything going up looks good. You'll wear the crown as monarch of an ash pile.
Sappy words won't fill the gas tank. Time needs a different kind of fuel. Satisfaction is a steep grade and takes too much energy.
It's like you studied for the wrong test. The test for which you prepared was administered yesterday. You got a zero, and you'll fail the test you're taking today.
Take that seat at the head of the class; humility will find you. It'll drag you down to the point where anything going up looks good. You'll wear the crown as monarch of an ash pile.
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