A poet in crystallizing future, a programmer in disappearing past,
At present applying my knowledge, of psychology that's vast,
I may appear disjointed, my pivots my bane,
The flexible narrative arc, keeps me grounded and sane.
From being driven to make a career, that was purely psych based,
To settling on an altruistic goal- that no life be laid waste,
I've come along a long way, now I have a new north star,
I want to write poems of peace, not prevent the third world war.
Will the poems I write, make a sore wound heal,
Did I save a few lives, for all my Zero Suicide zeal,
Do I matter to someone, will this world a better place be,
Can I be the reason for living, will she smile because of me?
My story may not be coherent, my purpose may still change,
I might not leave an impact, but this absurd life I'll not exchange!
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