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Wasted Trees
Millions of ideas,
tons of trees,
Thousands of memories,
Years of work:
Lost.
As if consumed by fire.
All wasted.
Was wanting more for myself,
Such a selfish desire?
I begin to wonder,
If anything is salvageable.
Then I ask;
"but wait,
"is it worth recapturing?"
I'm told "yes," thousands of times,
Yet I still question:
What's it worth?
All the rhymes,
All the sayings?
At the end of the day,
My problems, reappear.
For now,
Hopes lost,
The search that lies ahead,
Is what I fear.
Millions of ideas,
tons of trees,
Thousands of memories,
Years of work:
Lost.
As if consumed by fire.
All wasted.
Was wanting more for myself,
Such a selfish desire?
I begin to wonder,
If anything is salvageable.
Then I ask;
"but wait,
"is it worth recapturing?"
I'm told "yes," thousands of times,
Yet I still question:
What's it worth?
All the rhymes,
All the sayings?
At the end of the day,
My problems, reappear.
For now,
Hopes lost,
The search that lies ahead,
Is what I fear.
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