It's hardly a word
Used casually
Oh, how smoothly
The tongue rolls off
As novelty remains
An ideal often sought
Today, tomorrow
A fortnight from now
We'll lie in bed
Thinking of chances forgone
Are our lives
Our existence
So bland and grey
Looking back?
Was satisfaction
An illusion
Meant to conceal
Our greater selves?
No, it'd be most incorrect
To think like so
Rather,
The soup of life
Is one that cooks
Keep in mind
A simple yet elegant meal
That can never be overspiced.
So walk, dash, or
Tread lightly
But always live life
to the fullest
No matter the shape
Or size of your world
New things sleep
Within your reach
Even just one step away
In a new direction.
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THOUGHTLESS │✔️
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