my battery runs out
to be more creative,
to snatch my northern star,
to walk this path any further.

my battery runs out
to understand basic philosophies,
somebody's apostrophes,
some catastrophes.

my battery runs out—
nevermind.

anyway,
where's my charger?



© ubik



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[image sourced from freepik.com]

postscript:
let this simple poem remind you to take some time to recharge. i'm sending my love to all!