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The Race

A Poem

By Quarterlife CrisisPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

There once was a man,

Who just like you - had no plan.

Stuck in a place, just like an endless race...

Boundless opportunities, yet no path.

What is he to feel but confusion and wrath?

With so many desires, how does one find the fire?

The perfect fit... A job that strikes your creativity, and uses your wit.

Truth be told, no one happens to know...

But the man can look within.

Through the good times, the trials, and even the sins.

To really pick a place...

Where he feels he's winning The Race.

inspirational

About the Creator

Quarterlife Crisis

Just a girl in her mid 20's keeping a positive outlook as I navigate through what us millennial's like to call...."The Quarter Life Crisis"

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    Written by Quarterlife Crisis