a pinch of everything

Those days, my destitute soul thrives on uncertainty,
And they all out there are unearthing gold of ecstasy,

I set aside with a notion, is this I seek,
All are just bidding higher for cowardly relief,

In my endless void, I may walk till the end and found nothing,
But I know I had lived a pinch of everything….

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