# Conundrum

Author: Tygepc
Tags: Burn, Death, Dimension, Fire, Home, Poem, Young, galaxy, goals, life, old, slow, strong, weak

Random, free form poem I wrote almost a month ago.

What is to become of my life?&nbsp;

How can I possibly slow down and see things in front of my eyes.&nbsp;

I'm trapped in a past that wasn't mine.&nbsp;

Determined by a multitude of mistakes&nbsp;

Jumping from dimension to dimension&nbsp;

Each one like the last, but never home&nbsp;

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I'm all alone; drowning in sea of people.

How does one share experiences that never existed?

How can I relate to people who keep changing?&nbsp;

How much can I adapt before I snap?

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The future is my past&nbsp;

I can't relate&nbsp;

I can't even begin&nbsp;

What is it to find love?

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How to relate when&nbsp;

I have seen a thousand outcomes for a planet&nbsp;

Caught galaxies on fire and stopped time&nbsp;

Worked to improve my life by destroying my being

These were mere child's play&nbsp;

Old and weak; hard to imagine my future self

I can barely lift a finger&nbsp;

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I am a puppet pulling my own strings&nbsp;

Shadow dancing for others

All the while dangling by a thread&nbsp;

I was made to please&nbsp;

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I worked to save my life&nbsp;

Only to die in the freedom&nbsp;

Is it inevitable&nbsp;

That forever is

But never really?

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I don't think so

There is always choice&nbsp;

There is always will&nbsp;

I will make it home&nbsp;

That home is my goal

And that goal will set me free&nbsp;

Death from freedom?

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Endless cycle

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