• Published : 22 May, 2017
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Life happens in an instant

Every moment of everyday is only what is remembered 

There are a million moments missed and forgotten because our eyes did not look

There are a million people a million faces we see but forgetting was all it took

I am both oblivious to everything as I am also to nothing

I do not play the idle games of my peers 

Nor do I deny my pain caused tears

Life is not a thing

It is a thought 

It was something that our mind created to satisfy what we sought 

I am not day dreaming though that is often thought

I am simply thinking about every single thing I was taught

 

But what is the idle game we play

Is it what we do or is it what we say

It is when a smile dies at the sound of laughter for fear of what would follow after

It is when expressing turns to lying so others wouldn't know what we were hiding 

The idle game is an idea created by everyone

Please others

Don't ruffle their feathers 

Like a record 

We do 

We say

It has evolved from an idea to an idle game we want to play 

Is it better being a prisoner of shame captivated by everyone else or is it better to be one captivated by only ourselves

My mind is racing a million miles a minute thus I do not fit in

I know how the game works 

But yet I do not know how to play

I say what I think and I think what I say

But that does not suit the game 

Not now

Not any day

I am not day dreaming

Though that is often thought 

I am simply thinking about every single thing I was thought

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