Two unlikely suspects
Woke me up from digital slumber
What now with this reality?
Where shall I place my limbs
To enact a life worth living
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I struggle with apathy
Though it be a crawdad trap
Attempt to muster intelligence
But as I write, I find myself in the same place
Remember being 22 ?
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I have survived
On intent to derive meaning
But to the world I am nothing
We can’t all be Jackie Robinson
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I remember why I fell asleep
In videos, and games
It is because of my feet
They have nowhere to take me
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Two young and beautiful witnesses
Knocked at my door
Marketing positivity with sex; it’s genius!
It even made me ponder purpose
Godspeed
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Sadly though
A drop amongst the rivers flow
Cannot choose for itself
To maintain the rivers health
What then would a drop be
With a sense of “me”
Frozen in the expanse of space
Not knowing it is the tear on my face
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What am I?
A tear created from anguish
Am I bound to the laws of my creation
Forever feeling until I evaporate
Or am wiped away
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Why write at all?
I hope better for you,
My darlings
MindWorld 