#WritcoPoemPrompt125
And the vibe is perplexing you towards the end of the race,
In a lonely, stony location,
Because the missing piece is bonded in a certain place,
In a faraway, poison-free constellation,
Randomness orchestrates its symphony,
Surprises lurk around every corner,
A kaleidoscope of moments, ever-changing.
One day, embraced by the warmth of fairy tales,
The next, plunged into the depths of despair,
Morning's light illuminates the path ahead,
Only to fade into the darkness of uncertainties
People drift in and out, like passing shadows,
Leaving behind fragments of shattered selves.
In the unraveling of our existence,
what do we lose?
Was the self we shed truly ours to discard?
Or a facade crafted to please,
Leaving our truths marred?
Are the sacrifices made...