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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Imaginative imperative

I look around and see,
Trying to piece my story,
Like a half done puzzle,
I feel broken and frazzled.
 
Cluttered everything seems,
Things bursting at the seams,
Purging, I am in vain,
Not an inch, I can gain.
 
Life but goes on though,
I reap what I sow,
Seeds of joy are here,
But happiness doesn’t appear.
 
I bite off more than I can chew,
Values, I incessantly eschew,
To put it into practice I try,
With my ideals, I constantly vie.
 
I then turn off the lights,
And with it, my brain bytes,
All I need to do is just be,
And, of thoughts, be free.

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