Jitters

Green Poetry

Some things I wish to never do,
I find they’ve been achieved.

But many things I need to do,
my time seems incomplete.

A life of rush
we run amuck,
that leads to self-destruction.

With time we’re sick
filled with disease,
because of our reactions.

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