please don't plan for the future.
slip of the hand, you'll hit the pavement.
honestly, don't trust my grip;
learn to anticipate the trip.
break a nail or break your own heart.
there's no hollywood from where we are.
we always start with the end in mind;
it's the curse of our kind.
you just don't understand.
no, even if i told you, minus the metaphors.
it's difficult to let you down lightly
with your happiness radiating so brightly.
a parting glance i'll give to you
and a half-hearted explanation:
we always start with the end in mind;
it's the curse of our kind.
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