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
Sammicakes 
Your poem made me think. Greatly written.
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so glad I was able to provide some introspection for you, thank you ❤
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I think introspection is really the purpose of poetry? So, it’s my turn to thank you 🙂
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So beautiful!
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thank you so much!
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This is beautiful ♥️♥️♥️
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thank you :))
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