Category : Poems

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Life a times feel so abstract
Like I’m so invisible
Wrapped up deep in my shell,
And it seems so impossible
To reach out, to attract
And say all is well.

Swimming along with the whirlwind
It’s a repeat of ‘’ fast and furious’’,
Running till it’s all outta control
With no clue as a thing called curious,
Life and I compete for speed
Like a rush automated remote.

I’m at crossroads
A map with no direction,
Always a path to tread on
But no pointer to its location,
A bitter pill to swallow,
Life’s a page to write on.
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