Is this but the curse
Of a generation why?
Nee of infinite opportunity;
Self-sentenced to search.
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Limited by our own expectations,
Our own self-entitlement.
Not to be quenched by
Simple pleasures of generations past.
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Amid the unpromising Unknown
Glasses focused on an uncertainty, instability.
In the technological era full-blown,
A kaleidoscope projects endless possibility.
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Through which we star-gaze deeply,
Intent to claim our inimitability.
Perhaps the table is only booked for twenty?
Ahoy! Verdant green stratosphere in its entirety.
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Replete with all the elements
Known to alleged Existence.
Awash with flecks and fragments,
Insisting we strive for excellence.
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To seize and to snare,
To wield with gusto;
To harness, to tame,
To embody bare brio;
To conceptualise,
To create,
To adapt and
Later postulate;
To build and hone
Space-craft,
Express your desires,
Make them last;
To mould your niche,
To nurture;
Connect to the masses-
Go seek your fortune.
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Surely your cerebral clockwork ticks,
Injected with a dosage of possibility,
A fine slice of sour tangibility
Served on fine china of fragility.
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Let it simmer a little while,
Let it steep.
Do your desires take root?
How long is your piece of thread?
Has your vision gone viral?
Or the virus paralyses infrared?
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Bed-ridden by the overwhelming,
Frozen in the infinity of it all.
Only to fall short of the
Projected trajectory and nothing more.
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EXISTENTIAL SOLILOQUY! I felt I was reading something I could understand. Let’s run further away