If living for subsisting

or existing to survive


Purpose stays elusive

any sense can’t derive


Going about in vortex

moving at  rapid pace


No time for indulgence

in own personal space


Stuck in same tedium

since been on to avoid


On face near amiable

 but zest seems devoid


In inferred conspiracy

end's nowhere in sight


No choice but contend

odds in a solitary fight


Cards face up on table

& nothing to withhold


Rest all left to destiny

for enigmas to unfold


Trail kind of ceaseless

doubt where it’ll head


if ensues in notoriety

or rewards up ahead



Changing Paths ►


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