01 Apr

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Like a puppy chasing after a ball,

I followed the breadcrumbs of each intuitive nudge,

Darting here and there,

Exuberant and purposeful.

Until one day they ran out,

And everything ground to a halt.

I watched all enthusiasm drain away, like stale wine flowing down the plughole the morning after the night before.

So I stopped.

Not knowing where to go next.

Wondering whether my owner had left the park and gone home without me.


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