Intention, purpose, meaning
Are what I lack the most,
So spend my days careening
Along some barren coast.

And yet, despite my poorness,
When matched against the sea,
That can’t disturb the sureness
That this is meant to be.

Although I’m out of season,
Which makes it hard to live,
It’s not for any reason
Which anyone can give.

That’s just how life’s arranged;
What happens can’t be changed.

Photo by Cesar Carlevarino Aragon on Unsplash

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