loving with my all
time never stops and goes on
wish I could go back
- haiku or something
The Great Gatsby is something like about how cruel things are or something, we can't change our past, people we love move on, time doesn't stand still, we can't go back, much too our dismay, much to our displeasure, much to hope, much to our love. We can never a year back, a decade, a century, a millennium for the clock ticks and it ticks and it ticks and it ticks and it ticks, so on and so forth. Hiding behind money, behind the matters of the flesh, behind our lies, the worlds that we've built. It all amounts to nothing, remember the past, yet don't dwell on it, focus on the present, dream of the future, or something, for we could never beat the great tidal wave
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