There’s so much confusion to be found;
Hardships loiter all around;
Clashes, smashes; echoing sounds;
The surrounds of life getting me down.
Smog hides truth,
Exhaustion clouds faith,
Life’s roots unwatered, oxygen gone, dehydrated.
Nowhere seems safe.
I know I’m deflated
Crashing through the paces
Life seemingly wasted
One being in a world of spaces;
Killing time only to survive,
As days pass by… and bye and bye…
I have to make myself strive
To find purpose before wasteful demise
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