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Inflection point

Meandering

By Giovanni ProfetaPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Are we really that blind?

There’s no mystery, nothing matters anymore.

What we thought was right is not

it doesn’t make any sense.

Endless blue is all I see.

Only the voice of the wind lures me in.

I know I can’t let my dark thoughts go at ease.

There’s something here keeping them from running free.

The more I see, the more I hear, the more I lose my pace.

As long as I drift away from them, the more I feel them divert.

I want to be alone, but not completely alone.

Here I got company, the wind, the sun, the tide at dawn.

They bring solace, much deserved solace.

Is this really everything?

I feel so alive.

Out here, clear skies ahead.

Give it all, no regrets.

It’s all that matters in the end.

Give it all, while you can.

You got only one chance

Right here, right now.

Do I need to say it again?

inspirational

About the Creator

Giovanni Profeta

Swimming through life one stroke at a time.

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