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THE PURPOSE OF THE JOURNEY

Life is a maze, one with a time limit.
Everything you want to do,
It all has an expiry.
The merry is just delusional.
The journey as quest as the purpose.
Here we grasp the value of someone,
How luminous when found,
Yet so delirious when not.
Hollows me out this feeling,
Not knowing what the answer could be.
Maybe that’s the complication of the maze,
Or as I had feared,
Love is a riddle,
Too intricate to bear through agony.
Perhaps for her, it’s not me,
The jigsaw so elaborate that giving up seems easier,
‘cause everything that already materialized,
Was is it a lapse? Please say yes to this at least.
I need an escape from this,
Am I worthy only of this cold ignorance?
Or is another fantasy in store for me?
So on my death bed,

Will you be here or there?

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