Sometimes
A lad will be anxious.
It may be for nothing.
Or maybe for something

Or else time
A boy will be conscious.
It may be for good
Or maybe his foolishness

In real-time
It acts like a real
It matches like water.
It ends like nothing...

This is the movement.
This is the life
This is the human
This is the feeling...

This poem captures the fleeting moments of human emotion, where anxiety and consciousness intertwine with life's uncertainties. It explores the raw, unfiltered experiences of being human—how feelings rise and fall, sometimes with purpose, sometimes without, yet always leaving an indelible mark. Through its simple yet profound lines, it narrates the essence of life and the complexity of our inner world.

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