life is a gift certificate given to you to do something with it.
it's a travelling circus, it's only there momentarily.
you walk in, unprepared, and hope that the certificate is enough to cover what you need to do.
the circus is full of freaks, exactly like you and me.
but you realize that the certificate is to the travelling circus, and you realize that you never had a choice to do anything.
life is a travelling circus and a gift certificate for nothing.
I actually borderline liked this one, but it's kinda true, I think it was meant to be a metaphor poem but I used like somewhere.
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PoetryDejected: Sad and dispirited Just poems that I write in my free time. Slow updates cause I'm not in a poem mood right now.
