In middle school I did not have control of my life
I let others dictate my actions; thoughts
Puppet
He showed us dead poets society
That guy from Mork and Mindy
Putting words to my most secret yearnings
Now I control my universe
I own my failures
To make my successes more real.
I seized my life.
So why am I disappointed?
Because seizing the day is fucking impossible
The harder I grasp the quicker it slips away
Mork lied.
If I find a bag of gold coins
That turn out to be chocolate
Can I really be disappointed?
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