The poetic thought of the day

The maturer I get, The further I believe you only get a moment, you fully breathe while you’re in it, cause it’s passed in a blink and the maturer I get the real it is.
It’s the tones you enjoy, not the bills and web that makes you flush, and if I saw a well of juvenility I wouldn’t sip a bit and that’s the fact.

Curious how it senses I’m just growing to my soundest years yet, The maturer I get the scarcer buddies I have but you don’t require a lot while the ones that you made have forever got your back.
And the mature I grow, the better I am at discerning when to strike and when to simply not give a damn, and if I saw a well of juvenility I wouldn’t sip a bit and that’s the fact.

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