why hate? when we'd love to Love... is there anything that has a meaning really? or meaning that means nothing at all... kill time? or does time kill us? you kill time when you're bored... but in reality time is non-stop...ticking away to our last breath. a breath that i would breathe... could be a second...but that second could have gone towards the time it took to run that timed mile back in elementary... elementary is basic... basic is not advanced...for advanced is far more superior... so does that mean we of the older parties...or college students or college bound... ...are that ''more advanced'' than the younger of less knowledge... sure, we are capable of beating them at addition, subtraction, historical events, money-wise... in the race we are in the lead at common sense (if it's hot don't touch). leading in value of money (work an hour, get paid what your job and yourself had negotiated). leading in material goods (clearly we are able to attain more crap than they). leading in experience (we've had our hearts broken, we have seen terrible things and overcome horrible obstacles). but we still are leading...in the race to our death... why hate you? when i'd love to love... i'd love to know the meaning of everything... everything i've done is consumed by time... the time that created memories... gained memories that are chalked up to experience... the experience of life... the life that i live to die.