Life is like a spiral
A mystery wrapped in enigma
Infinite nights
Definitive days
Twists and twirls
I find myself with frantic dreams
Or otherwise unproductive insomnia
And swear to myself that tomorrow,
Yes, tomorrow—
I will stop reveling in my imperfections
And start taking life less seriously
Or more seriously
Or stop taking life all together
And merely live it as it is—
Just live
And let live
But perplexed by the choices,
My mind spirals inward on itself
Leaving me
With a deceiving cornucopia
And lonesomeness around the corner
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