Written at Open Mic SF at 9:34pm.
Spoken at Open Mic SF at 11:07pm.

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Titled: The Reason

This is a poem I just wrote.
It’s basically my heart, my mind and my soul,
trying to figure out,
trying to figure out how it all works.

If we are all just players in a soccer game,
do we get guided by the crowd?
Do we do what they say?
Or do we set our minds on the goal?
The reason for our creation.

If we are all just leaves of one tree,
do we let ourselves get guided by the wind?
Or do we hold strongly to our tree branch?
The reason for our being.

If we are all shells in one ocean,
do we let ourselves get guided by the waves?
Or do we make our way to the shore
and reach out?
The reason for our existence.

But I just wrote this poem,
and it’s basically me, my heart, my mind and my soul,
trying to figure out,
trying to figure it…
out…

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Be honest, do I have a future in poetry writing/saying? :)