Is there a time where we're suppose to realise purpose? To approach life and just know. Because as I swing between uncertainty and nausea I still can't fathom my life. This unbreakable code and crazing riddle that drives the innocent insane. I guess that's what we all are, on some part of the grey scale that we get lost in, like an overloaded machine with no emergency stop. I feel like a singular penny lost and forgotten on the floor not worthy of being picked up because all that effort of bending down to collect the reward isn't enough for that singular worn down penny. So what to do, what to fathom, what to plan.
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Author:
Eli Dagger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2019 21:59
- Category: Reflection
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Really enjoyed this and could feel so much of my past in your words! We are all lucky pennies wait to understand our worth, for once we remember that doesn't even matter if we are picked up!
Thank you so much for the comment! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
I feel a lot when reading your poetry Eli, and I really enjoyed this poem seeing it again and written on here, well done!
Ditto! Thank you x
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