We wonder if our lives will neatly summarize into a series of likes and shares

All the filtered photos left behind to remind people we’re there

We pay stars on big screens to feel what we can’t

Dramatize the day to day and remove happenstance

We will bloom in our youth or wither in the pursuit

Sold out information for reputations and I am unaware

Of what to think and how to feel when It breaks beyond repair

I lean into the comfortable of not taking the chance

Romanticize the yesteryears and forget to learn the dance

I will wither in my youth or bloom in the pursuit


Author: wideyesweaknees

My passions are writing, poetry, cooking, and my family.

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