You have no rival.
Nothing stands against.
My mind is consumed by you.
My thoughts can't escape your face.
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You are below nothing.
My mind worships you.
My thoughts worships you.
My life worships you.
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What is the center point to our lives?
What consumes our thoughts?
What controls our choices?
What is the point of this life?
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Thomas Terry
Hello, I like using poetry and music to help connect people and find the meaning of life. We all have our own unique stories and I want to share mine to hopefully inspire you to share yours!
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There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
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I definitely was able to relate to this as I too often ask those questions. Loved your poem!