Sometimes nothing makes sense and you might quit with everything.
You've done till now.
How many things you hold on to?
Before you perish with nothing to grasp.
There are times I throw away everything just to be able to start again.
I can laugh about anything now.
I cried about it all before.
It all seems senseless.
Yesterday it seemed for a reason.
Everything I did.
There are no universal answers to my questions.
Only answers I give myself.
Which are great, at times.
Maybe that is wisdom, if people identify.
With your answers.
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