A Millennial’s Riddle | Poem

The world as it breathes,

As asylum in roots of it,

Nurtures the insane and the sane,

Traps the mind in hypothetical routines,

Am I the Insane?

Am I the Sane?

Am I the Writer?

Am I the Survivor?

Alas,

She knows, the one who rests,

And, I am writing her in words.

The riddles of survival,

Curious my remains,

At last,

It stands,

Who am I?

The Millennial’s Riddle.

©sjwordsmith

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