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Lost at Sea

March 9, 2018

I question it all, what am I, what do I want, what can I be?

The answer leads me to nothing but emptiness and vacancy.

There is no kernel of truth deep inside of me

just a lifeless husk, a piece of stardust, striving to be free.

From all that is human, from all that is alive

To the end of the need to fight and to strive.

No release can be found with good reason

no nirvana to halt the seasons,

the tumultuous emotions of a wayward ship

nervously awaiting the wave that causes it to flip.

I am lost at sea in a storm of worry

doomed to dodge, to rush, to scurry.

Till the obstacle is beyond what I can expect,

then I will be terminally ship wrecked.


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