Aimless
Swirling sighs
Wisps of smoke
A life that's lived without a goal
truly what use is it
To breath without motivation
Go through dull motions
A freeloader?
There's something I will never truly understand
or to say
I don't wish to understand
A fool among them
Steel amidst the silver
Heed a distant echo
carried on below
as you float float float
up up like a freed balloon
towards the ceiling of a billion trillion stars
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Comments
I love the allusion you used to Sylvia Plath's "Child" poem
Well done this is written beautifully :)