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Secondary objective had shifted form

falling into the niche of what

is truly important from here on out

as the vibrantly colored and

inexplicably worded pause screen dictates.

I vowed early on to make daily progress

pouring forth the story I always wanted to tell

but was too scatterbrained to fulfill;

and of course I lied to myself again.

I wish to recount the misadventures

of those who are lost in an

endless battle to matter to someone

who has no reason to love them

and to make giants of paper dolls

givinig all burning cuts as they grow.

If I can give my past self a voice

capturing the essence of the free spirit

before it is tethered to a broken mast

of a ship meant to set sail

as the head of the Spanish Armada.

We all know how that ended.

So I'll waste another lonely day

trying to make up for time lost

to be given away when I am old and forgotten.

Or I'll write this poem instead.