Life and Deadlines

It is sad but somehow comforting to observe a pattern in life and in school-life. Always a case of almost there, like achilles' tortoise in the zeno's paradox.
One can never catch up, never quite reach, a perpetual sense of incomplete...ness.
History speaks volume, and it takes a bit of insanity to go against the flow of History.
But its comforting in a sad way.
The poetry feels familiar,
like words dripped in poison ink.
And you don't know what went wrong.
Try to smile, we don't have to change the world.