Not very hopeful
Not very young
Not gleaming
Not contemplating future brightness
Half the path walked
Useless beating around the bush
Much audacity
Frustration
Insignificance of ideas
Nonrealization of dreams
Mediocrity of words
And feelings
The impertinent permanence of the moving world
Oceans
Masses of water separating masses of land
And people
The efemerity of people
Waves revolving sand
Leaves swaying in the wind
Bright days
Dark nights
Leaves swaying in the wind
Bright days
Dark nights
Fallen stars
All that remains
Once you're gone
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