It is a wait,a long, hard wait.
You are born,gasping for breath, then crying your guts out. It is a slow wait till you reach adolescence, and then its even more frustrating having to wait to be accepted as an adult,to be understood and not to be misread.
Now,it is an impatient period, waiting to be grown up,to be independent. It is all waiting.
Life seems like, it is only about filling some missing blanks,while getting withered with every blank filled.
You fill in the blanks and then it is only a matter of illusionary time,before you are invited six feet under.
So,the question lies,what do we make of our lives?
Do we just continue to fill in the missing squares in the puzzle or do we stop and think? Do we look into ourselves?
However rhetorical these questions maybe, how long does it take before it is time? It sure beats me.
It is merely a wait,you enjoy a magnificent illusion and then thats it!. You are done.
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