We sat in a tennis court,
And still felt life’s complications.
We colored the sky with our problems,
And yet the paint still remained mixed.
We swam fully dressed,
And still looked as naked as our futures seemed.
We sweat furiously into the day,
And yet the sun seemed colder than ever.
We finally found our selves,
And still the thought of growing older sat hollow.
We told of our deepest thoughts,
And yet thinking held the strongest purpose ever.
We have created the past, present, and the future,
And still we can’t decide the simplest thing.
We know the most unsettling fact of death,
And we still continue to plan the rest of out lives.
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Submission Name: Becky & Lisa
