Side of Faced Down – Eight (Weightless)

It is so damn hard...life
being stuck here and there;
Freedom...Strife,
Feels like nowhere.

Are you there...reading this?
Oh, how reassuring
because I thought that I’m talking to myself
and ya know how crazy that would make me...as it is.

Ya know, I’m not really working right now
and that’s not because I’m on this website;
Just pondering about stuff...reflecting
and at times here...I got nothing to hide.

To be or just...not;
I mean...what sort of poem this is gonna be?
Something good or better...or just the opposite?
I guess we’ll see.

This is not how I usually write stuff
although the pattern (modus operandi) is similar
like letting it flow...but look for the trigger
and that’ll make things a bit easier.

What else to say...weightless?
That’s when I look up and...escapade?
Sort off...feels like flying off to who knows what
and leave behind all those heavy stuff that...make things seem quite hard.

All those things...effort gets paid off somehow
but I’m not interested in the know-how
because to me...the belief is the foundation
which will lead to everything else.

I haven’t planned out yet about what to do
like right after posting this;
Well, just thank you for now
and let’s imagine me ending this with a bow.

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Bright Blessings and Love,
Joker44