A challenge all of mankind faces, but yet I feel so alone.
How am I supposed to deal with this?
Is there a book written that tells me how I can face the omnipresent calendar, who judges my character when I fail to meet his deadlines?
Because when I slow down I have to remember.
The world doesn't stop with me.
Seasons and people change and go.
They don't wait for me.
I am moving forward, trying to evolve into a butterfly.
But to this fat caterpillar, it seems impossible.
The world never stops.
It doesn't give me a chance to breathe.
A chance to worry about the person I'm becoming.
A chance to change my ways and realize what lies ahead.
A chance to look up into the skies above.
Above me, what is above me?
Is there a god, mocking me, preventing my transformation?
Or is there a glass faced clock, ticking slowly, begging me to bide my time.
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