stream of consciousness

I sit here wondering

what it’s all about

this life.

The constant rush

to get places, all

the rat races.

How transient

it is, how fragile

how lonely.

I grasp for

meaning, for

that lost feeling.

For direction,

a new sense

of purpose.

To reinvent

myself

all over again.

Surrender

to dreams

deemed impossible.

To find

renewed

passion.

 

© 2018 magicofwords

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