A Poem


Pulls me in so many different directions;

It is difficult to know

Which string to follow.

It takes all of my energy

Rushing about;

Struggling with the entanglements;

Battling the obstacles;

All while wearing thin,

And feeling stretched tight.

This constant activity

Of simply surviving

The Act of Living

Drags me further from the necessary truth:

The only one pulling the strings

Is me.

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