A poem from 20th August 2019 with tweaks, I've come to realise reading my own poetry is actually refreshing. It's about time I update this!
Time being a resource, compelled I am to plan.
Through a chart for a timeline, milestone to a map.
My obsession, My muse, My OCD one might describe.
You give me purpose once expressed.
Layed out.
Clarified.
Can't clear my thoughts, muddled not stired.
A cocktail of unfiltered hypothesis - not sure?
Structure, the framework, here are my expressions.
The pure water to my engine.
The air to my passion.
To what I can only fathom.
Thank you for being the fire to my ignition
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