I wonder if I'll ever know what it feels like
to wake up each morning
to a life
that's actually worth living.

Elements of choice
These things that shine
Blind head thoughts
and your energy source
to think a little deeper

Short term goals of golden fold
What motivates men more
than illusions of grandeur
The rock still gleams bright

Pave a path of purpose
Priorities stand still with remorse
Yet we lay in line

I just want
you to know
that you are
not worthless,
everyone has a
purpose in life,
no matter who you are.

Which way do we flow,
when you quantify me
Why factor in fear,
where will this lead
What purpose was served,
who looks towards harmony

I found myself
I found myself and ran away

Gliding through the days when
I worried about anything
to everything

One does not know when
they are breaking
until detour looms over

to try to sneak you in

Riding past the days when
I worried about nothing
to something

One knows when
they are healing
until detour seeks no more

to try and peek in

I find myself
I find myself and walk away

When you look above,
what do you see?

pink or blue
dawn or dusk
sunset or sunrise
with or without demise

lifting the weight
seems impossible

belief in oneself
is armor in galore

When you look below,
what do you believe?

Apple or tangerine?

Apple or tangerine?

What should I eat this morning?

Is it important?

Will the wrong choice destroy my day?

Is there a way to tell the difference?

Is there a wrong choice?

Or am I wasting my precious
time casting doubts?

Or is this the path of purpose,
to see one’s choices as if they
matter in the details that make the
fibres and stitching of the grand scheme?

Have I figured it out?

Or is that my ego craving importance?

What if there’s-


Crap, I have to go.

Guess I’ll have the banana.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet