Entering The Wasteland

When I enter the wasteland I feel so empty and like my possibilities are limited

Entering a point of no return where we all crash n burn

As I yearn for more, an eagerness to learn

I find my path is nearing its end

So as the space in time bends

These pictures illustrate that I'm condemned

 

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Reading this makes me look at my own mortality. Yearn for more, but you're nearing the end. That what this poem said to me, anyways. :)