Progression


Stop, move, scream, whisper,
can't you see its all the same.
We are all the same
we try,
we fail
we talk ourselves up
tell ourselves we are important
worth more than
sand struck by lightning
forming clear pieces of art
then we try again
expecting a different result
we never change
never grow
we only move forward
and blind ourselves to the past
we makes tests and time and words and labels
and we expect those who have yet to experience the world
to make an name for themselves
to succeed
yet we give them our methods
our ideas
the ones that failed us
ad expect different results.

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