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Blue Space

Ambition seems overrated
at this time of life,
effort seems more like strife.
In my youth I was motivated
by a hungry desire
that consumed me like a fire.
 
I have lost a certain drive,
there is no doubt, I can survive.
It matters not if I
become a “has been,”
burned up and scattered
upon the shifting wind,
out into the blue space
that holds the earth
and all that’s in it.

(2014)

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