No Focus
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Question marks serve doubt on blank pages.
But working hands can still create things.
The goal is greatness.
These riddles don’t give up.
Chained in the mental palace.
The lights are off.
There’s a monster hidden inside this.
Titled liar by reflections.
Imposter syndrome with an echo.
It came from that direction.
Inevitably watching sunrises can become a way of life.
Living a perpetual crisis.
Panic mode, the final form.
Seconds before the bomb explodes,
The wire is cut,
Pressure saved the day.
Diamond rain.
But this is a factory job.
It’s routine.
Same time tomorrow.