Today I sat for hours drawing shapes on a page
Mindlessly drawing, the hours flew by
Stars, squares, circles, lines, interconnected
Sometimes my life feels like that page.
Stars overlapping squares surrounded by circles
All of these shapes interconnected by time.
The longer I sit here, the more shapes appear
The ink from the pen creating them at will.
What will come next? A square or a star?
Only the pen knows.
Or is it I?
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