Sometimes I cannot tell whether the plans are the future or a lie
Aren't we all just hoping
That we don't fall apart
Each day just a chance
We speak of what we know nothing about
And pretend to be so sure
But certainty is elusive
We are all changing
We are shifting
Becoming something else before we knew what we were
And it happens too quickly
I found this in my bedside table tonight. I'm not sure when I wrote it, but it was in the past 2 months.
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