There are those days when everything seems to lack value.
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Like my world and my life is nothing of worth,
And my staggering forward is but a great leap backwards.
A timeless void progressing to nothing
And then sometimes I am greeted by light
And I see a renewed beauty in existing
Like I have awaken from a lasting sleep
And now bathe in the morning sun.
I see the light of passion
And submerge myself in the warmth of understanding.
I seek the other wonders of expression
And knowledge myself with emotion.
I come to admire, appreciate, treasure
that glimpse of movement and life that I am allowed.
Despite its fading as unexpected as it came.
I remember the beauty, the nothingness turn to substance.
Happy there are days when all things become alive.
But then there are those days when everything seems to lack value.