Look inwards, acknowledge your past, inside lurks a shadow self,
For all your well-intentioned vows, self-sabotage you couldn't help.
Enough of curating and licking your wounds; they have almost become an identity,
Take one hard look and let go henceforth; don't keep wallowing in self-pity.
Plans collapse, you lose control, and hit the absurd wall of reality,
Your Sisyphean resolve to shoulder the boulder, neither the world cares, nor the city.
Stop repeating the lies, good wins in the end, the universe doesn't owe you nothing,
Revolt if you must, do what needs to be done, let your existence be by itself a thing.
They say there's no built-in meaning to things- you're not trapped, you can finally break free,
If the river of life has no bridge to walk over, you can create one and a Superman be.
Pour yourself into what gives meaning to you; let naysayers dismiss it as a frivolous fantasy,
Decide once and remain committed for life- life wasn't supposed to be all roses and easy.
Jung helps you drop the mask, Camus unmasks the absurd, Neitzche points what to do next,
I may think that poetry is my only salvation, but it's a daily salve for my soul at best.
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