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So many ideas that

Continue to drift.

Stuck in places

Without a home.


Always overthinking

The boundaries.

Over analyzing the puzzle

In my head.


Complicated frustration,

At times…suffocating.

Hard to breathe,

Hard to see.


Are we destined for

Greatness, or

Destined to always

Fall behind ?


An ever expanding

Mind…but,

Always swallowed

By my inconsistencies.


Life is a road you

Constantly travel

Each footstep is

It’s own journey.


Will destiny become

The rising of the red sun ?

Will my soul stay still

Like a sleeping giant ?


Every idea still drifts

From time to time.

Still searching for that

Place to call home