poet :
I'm surtounding you with golden light, and sending good thoughts your way, with a poem:
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Know that I had joined the masses,
accomplished their goals with pride,
while all along, upon reflection,
I was unfulfilled inside.
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Oh bumblebee, so sure and busy,
do you ponder life at all?
Oh poppy, in your orangest moment,
was there more to nature’s call?
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For I am struck with wonder—
why things are, why I do care?
While most see the Moon for weather,
I—in awe—just stand and stare.
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What can become of me, in question,
compared to those that daily do?
Are they better off—or I—
prepared for slowly, something new?
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Let it be known when I expire,
with more than my passing can end—
uncontrollably did I, amazement,
inquisitiveness, apprehend.
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For I would rather be profound
than do what others must—
be more than live and die,
than have my passion’s end in dust.
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On this ball, day and night,
future, present, and past—
I pursue this safer view
swifter than birds flying fast. - (bl)
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2026-03-12 20:35:09