Me, Mario Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
Me, Mario
I wake up with thoughts unfinished,
yesterday still lingers in my bones.
The world moves, and I move with it,
sometimes ahead, often behind.
I am built of quiet moments,
of laughter that fades too soon,
of questions without answers,
of memories I can't return to.
Some days, I am a mountain.
Other days, just a shadow passing by.
But always, I am here,
still becoming.
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