So much potential.
Wasted.

He sits,
Sullen. Despondent. Stagnating.

Lethargy creeping in.
Spreading like a choking weed.
A lingering visitor he never invited,
Sapping momentum and gnawing at his soul.

But all around him,
Nature rejoices in her freedom,
And dances with boundless energy.

On a single planet amongst trillions,
Life gallops unbridled.
Endless creation returning to dust,
And every last atom,
Born from one Big Bang.

From a void of nothingness,
Potential demands release.

 

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