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An Empty Crate
An Empty Crate
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Coring this crate lies a void
Congregating this crate lies
But this crate feels estranged
"What motive drives all the cries?"
When the path ends, this crate is destroyed
Inevitable this, this crate has understood
Trying to find purpose, crate went deranged
"Supposed to do everything I could?"
Moved along the conveyor with aspiration
Hoping to find employment in its blue milieu
But this crate couldn't sight the end destination
It couldn't sight it bringing anything new through
Started to question its own significance
This crate turned into an abyss
Taking in everything, lost the willingness
"Fenced by dark adobe, will I find bliss?"
