the window of the van
is bleary
the sun is blurry
the world
is a just another
inconsistent meandering
that makes me question
if any of it is
real
if any of it is worth it
if all the inconsequential
thoughts
that make up
the firing synapses
mean anything
at all
Today I’ve been wondering if I’m just wasting my time.
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I’m sorry
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You are not
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I hear ya, Mike
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Amen, brother.
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