࿐ pathless

a poem about doing whatever feels right

i would hold you in my hand
like a crystal ball,
foreshadowing the pain
and happiness
that would cause the end
of a life which has never been
lived beforehand.

you would call me silly,
perhaps even clueless
for walking down 
each and every road,
instead of finding one path
leading to a goal
 — not mine, but that
others have set.

with that, they’d tie me down,
blind, unable to make
a movement.
that is why i wanted to 
break away
from illusions 
and do whatever
feels best.

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2025.05.15. - mirella ౨ৎ