Filler

How many times

have you created something pointless

just to reach a number?

 

How many times

have you decided to perform

just to satisfy the reminder on your screen?

 

How many times

have you wasted your power

on something that's worth isn't there?

 

I don't know about you but

I certainly am guilty.

Even this poem was going to be a filler but

it turned out kind of alright.

 

Is this still a filler, then?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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