Forever Lost (poetry)

what way is forward
what way is right
how does a person decide
hungover as shit
trying to start the engine of creativity
trying to take all these disparate inputs
and make the perfect output
I pray every day
I pray to have the strength and passion in my heart
I pray to have brilliance and genius in my mind
I pray to have magic in my hands
I pray that with god,
Though I don’t believe in god,
We hold the tiller of my life togethor
And bring me towards perfection
I pray this every day
But I am still lost
Still forever lost

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