Restless (a poem from my teens)

Restless in my body.
Restless in my mind.
Agitated. Frustrated?
Impatient with an undefined.

Perhaps it’s lack of purpose.
Perhaps it’s lack of drive.
Perhaps it’s just not knowing
Why I am alive.

Photo Credit: Flickr, Italo, “The season of falling leaves,” Nov. 19, 2011

 

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