Frustrated soul cries
a lot at night
nothing to regret
seems just another
kind of lie
mind always wonders
what about the
destinations we never
tried
heart is full of hope
beating relentless
all the time
delusion is not that
different from the
reality lies before
our eyes
still, life is an
imperfect skill to be
honed at the end of
the line.
This poignant poem reflects the inner struggles of a frustrated soul grappling with unexplored paths and the dichotomy between hope and reality. The verses delve into the emotional turmoil of longing for undiscovered destinations, reconciling delusions with harsh truths, and ultimately, embracing life as an imperfect but evolving skill.
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