march 23rd, 2001 / two twenty one pm

everyday
millions upon millions of people
pile into their cars
and work their life away

I wonder if this is how they pictured their life
when they were twelve years old.

I further wonder
if they were happier then
dreaming about flying into space
or being a racecar driver
than they are now
wasting space,
and being a very unimportant memember
of the rat race

I wonder if anyone is happy,
with anything
or anyone.

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*live, learn, and never, EVER regret*

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