Sitting in a chaos
Clicking numbers on my laptop
I think of nothing in particular
But just want to write
I wonder if there could be a tune to it
A rhythm that could make it a song
There must be something to it
To make me want to go on
There is no confidence in what I do
There is no reason to continue what I do
Snap out. Dig up.
Unearth what’s buried long ago
Has it gone to dust?
Is it my treasure?
I may never know if I don’t quit.
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