Alive
You are tired,
Lonely,
Bored by your own existence.
Look around you,
Look inside of you,
Your existence is what bores you
When it should be exactly what excites you.
You
Are
Alive.
That in and of itself is a miracle.
You are conscious,
You are thinking,
You are feeling.
How can you not be amazed
By your own simple existence?
You have grown complacent.
You have always been conscious,
thinking,
feeling.
Who cares?
You have always had the power
To consciously create your destiny.
You have forgotten that your very existence
Is truly awesome.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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