Spaghetti bridges

 

 

Lucky me.

To be alive.

To wake up every morning feeling perpetually lost.

Wasting time.

Wasting chances.

Wasting away.

Opening my eyes to the earth that is ever changing.

Opening my mind to the world that is never changing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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