They come sorted and sifted,
Declare-stamped as gifted,
Shrink-wrapped and packed,
Rank-ordered and stacked.
On treadmills they turn,
On the spot they learn
Expectations (too) great,
Realisations running late.
Who am I running for?
Where was that open door?
When did all go amiss?
Why am I doing this?
The answers lie with you,
ies will answer true.
This is beautiful. I myself started a blog where I post poetries. Would love for you to visit.🌹
https://blogunseen.com/
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