the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 120 – Nearly There: A Series of Late Night Limericks

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Explore
Thus, enlightenment is my command
And it is my mind that I must expand
Though the map is quite charred
I must be avant-garde
To discover what I don’t understand

Onward
While my nerves boil into steam
I am lost in a formidable scream
I must venture on
‘Til the sight of first dawn
So I may finally arrive at my dream

Relentless
In the shadow of the solar eclipse
I can taste the victory on my lips
I follow the impulses
Adrenaline pulses
From my veins to my fingertips

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