“ This feeling; dread or stagnation, hard to tell. Sitting with myself, thoughts seem to linger, tried and tested but still no motion detected. Time moves still, no stop or patience for anyone.
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Mind space, losing it, life feels hazy, jaded. Anger, pain, discomfort — echoes of bad decisions and indecisions. Choices every which way, responsibility, one cannot stray.
The dogma or creed of a high achiever, more like pretender. Feels like a show about the one, but not for the one.
Getting older, shifting perspective, looking to oneself and realizing why, ‘I do what I do now’, ‘cause the future, older, wiser, wealthier, happier me, would have done the same! “ ~ baa
This poem is a mental array for navigating the confusion one feels and experiences at some point in their life as they get closer to meaning in their lives.
