Upon enduring the beats of harmony I pause, And commence hypothesizing On the probability of my actuality How I was moving with conquered industrialization Yet, My movement was placid Or how articulating vowels through pitches Could make me feel nothing but Intoxicating content… Euphoria fills my lungs And For a moment, I struggle Too distracted with what I do possess Nearly spoiling my existence Until I learn to appreciate This floating rock that has been ridiculed by those who require Luxuriating essence So many take advantage of the idea of probability and being We forget How those sensations clasp muscles of Utmost Pleasure But who cares? Conversation becomes dull Love: a burden And satisfaction: out of reach Yet we move forth Convinced that Our love affair With nowhere Will And can Get us somewhere Eventually
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beautiful. moving and complex yet so simple. I’m speechless. I’m not an expert or a person of importance, but you made my day special and exciting, which is all I ask for with writing .
This poem spans generations and captures the sentiment of many wondering what it’s all for. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
great work! 🙂