So much time spent with myself,
yet no idea what to look for.
Old passions have gone away,
and new passions have no place.
What am I supposed to find?
Where am I supposed to fit?
Unappealed by stagnant positions,
my ambitions demand more from me,
but besides my ink and paper,
I don't know where to go.
So much time lamenting a lost love
instead of finding a place to be.
What use is potential
when there is no direction to it?
A rocket sent into the void,
doomed to never land,
only get lost in the nothingness.
But what can I do about it?
-Zero
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