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fickle (unfinished)
'This too shall pass'
Wisdom or Pessimism?
Nostalgia eats away,
Life blurs into one day.
Ideas and feelings,
As unique and changing as the autumn leaves.
Stood cold and bare,
After the summer breeze.
Give me a little stability,
Solidify my mind so I can lie
And rest on this blanket, this mess.
Fickle...will I not lie and find,
Boredom! Oh poor me!
Shake up this world, make the leaves whirl!
Satisfaction... Irony... Chaos! Loss.... I am lost.
