Ephemeral Breeze

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Sometimes I feel like

Falling

Into an eternal slumber

Where I could numb away

The prodding demands

And expectations

That bind me tightly

Like a contract

Without a loophole.

With an omniscient force

I'd like to blur these voices,

These moments,

These pressures,

And burn the contract

To bittersweet ashes.

But,

Even if I yearn for these things,

The breeze picks up and

Blows the fire away.

Because these feelings are ephemeral,

Like the beating of a hummingbird's wings.

One moment downtrodden,

Another determined.

My soul carries me on,

And the journey continues once more.

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