I Wish I was Given Instructions

I often find myself in the most peculiar places

A result of misunderstandings

Saying the wrong thing

Or making the sub optimal choice

It is unfortunate there are no oracles in our time

To take that weight off

We are just left to find our own meaning

Learning from the mistakes already made

Trying to carve out some love

In an unloving world

With that as our only compass

Eventually we find some sort of way though

Elizabeth Almeida ©2022

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