Lost inside while outside I still explore,
I can’t seem to find the keys to these doors,
Blocked in by this inner wall solid to the core,
If only I can create my own keys to these doors,
I know who I am but just not what I want to be,
I have a lot of options but which one is the real me,
On the edge of sit I am day in and day out,
I was once lost, but now I found my way out.
Let’s all just shout it out…
#Notes:
I free wrote this piece as I am settling into bed for another week of work. I am on curiously looking for another job, well let’s say career path that’s more challenging compared to where I am right now. I know what I would like to be doing or where I want to be, but lost in the journey in getting there. So I spending the next few weeks tackling my future plans and trying to be found in the world for those that are lost looking for a hero, or the one the holds the keys to the door they are trying to open. (You saw how I wrote that last sentence? clever wording, not so true).
Hope you had a good weekend and start off on a happy new work or school week.
What are your thoughts? Did you like the poetry piece?
Thanks for reading
Richardo Wilson
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