Why do I still linger
Over these problems, unresolved,
And why do still I revisit
All of these arguments, yet unsolved?
Why do I rewind them
To play back in my head,
And why do I unearth them,
These things, buried and dead?
Why do I try to fix
These things, which are still broken,
And why do I still try to recall
All of these words, long unspoken?
Why do I try to resolve
All of these differences that remain,
And why do I try to ease
All of this misunderstanding and its pain?
Why do I try to make them better,
These things that went wrong,
And why do I try to change the past,
Instead of moving along?
Why do I try to make some sense
From all of this confusion,
And is my hope just in vain,
Is it only just an illusion?
04 January 2011
Arguments
02 January 2011
2011…A New Decade!
Hobbes: A new decade is coming up.
Calvin: Yeah, big deal! Hmph. Where are the flying cars? Where are the moon colonies? Where are the personal robots and the zero gravity boot, uh? You call this a new decade?! You call this the future??
HA! Where are the rocket packs? Where are the disintegration rays? Where are the floating cities?
Hobbes: Frankly, I’m not sure people have the brains to manage the technology they’ve got.
Calvin: I mean, look at this! We still have weather?! Give me a break!
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