purpose | poem

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent

not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress

never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person

but in the constraints one can find purpose

as in the murkiest of waters one can find a string of small, sunlit pearls

~ Sammicakes

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  1. Your poem made me think. Greatly written.

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    1. sammicakes says:

      so glad I was able to provide some introspection for you, thank you ❤

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      1. I think introspection is really the purpose of poetry? So, it’s my turn to thank you 🙂

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    1. sammicakes says:

      thank you so much!

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  2. Belladonna says:

    This is beautiful ♥️♥️♥️

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