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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 06, 2017

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Submitted: May 06, 2017



Trembling, they reach the end of the last one
Chill runs down as cold sweat.
Eyes widen as realization dawns
This was the last bet.

Oh dear lord, what do i do ?
For Green paper and gadgets are a greater me.
Such intense was my stress
Little did i realize, I was finally free.

Inwardly, i traced back my steps
As hard as i could.  i thought.
Memory it seems has eluded me
And fate has left me to rot.

I walked back from where i started
I hope i get a clue.
As the feeling begun settling in
My heart took another view.

Existential crisis engulfs
I wonder my purpose of being.
Everything exists for a reason
Surely i was born to do something.

As though a hammer hit my head,
I figured.
Should i be finding my phone or my passion
The thought lingered.

Technology isnt enhancing my purpose
It instead is ensnaring it.
No more !! I tell myself
The bulb over my head finally lit.

I stop in my tracks
and choose to walk on.
The path of self discovery lay before me
I now walk my passion lawn.

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