i pace slowly in an empty street.
singing the song of silence.
it seems as though all time has frozen.
every crystal raindrop suspends in the air
reflecting the moonlight,
the blinking lemony streetlights.
i think.
why am i never enough?
why have i been taught to relax
at the sight of a flawless report card?
why do i spent so much
time
stressing over meaningless work?
where will it take me?
why should i bother?
no matter how many numbers i crunch,
definitions i repeat mindlessly,
words i write in the blank notebook,
it is not enough.
i have not learned to deal with the
"failure" that comes from
a wrong answer.
why have i been programmed
to see my mistakes
as signs of lack of knowledge?
in the end, i will live in peace.
with or without love.
with or without fortune.
so, is this the right path?
the thing is, even if i am
able forced
to down
make a
my road
own that
decisions winds
i will ultimately
reach the same
destination.
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human (nature)
Poetrynot unlike our society, nature is shifting. inconstant. unpredictable. in what ways does it seem like as we stray further away from our original nature, the closer we get to the wild?
