Time is palpable, limited and the choices are defining.
Childhood dreams, equations with muddled sums,
linger, leave me, and blur the lines of idealism and realism.
Isms are not content.
Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, these are steady fixtures,
silos of energy to feed the unknown dream I fear to live,
the regret I endeavor to evade.
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