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Directionless Dichotomies
A short poem concerning thoughts on life. |
| I am a directionless dichotomy. Here, there, existential. Thoughts yet no actions. Work yet no profit. Motivated yet unbecoming. Time ephemeral...gone. This world is a virus. The strain hardy and incurable. We fight and lose every day. At the precipice I stand and ponder eternally. |