No answers

No answers short poem

How rash can rash be
how fast can I burn out
how do i become shooting star
how do I make people see
what they don’t want to see
or do I have anything to show at all
the sun feels good
breeze refreshes me
fresh air fills me up
with hope and inspiration
but what good is it
when I don’t have a clue
when I am lost
and want to remain lost
moments of clarity
and discontinous periods of gloom
I get high and fall flat
I get low and rise again
nothing makes sense
nothing seems right
still I have the will to survive
still I want to live
what for, no answer

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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