The Prompt: Write a poem on Snails
Snail by Tamisha A. Tyler
Some have called me critical. By my very nature I would disagree
Never knowing any better, I have hurt those I love too often, and loved those who have hurt me too quickly
Advance(s) have been made, I assume, but no one can really determine how close they are to an unknown destination
In all of this, we find that plans worth making will fail and spontaneity is always curated by someone
Life is never about figuring it out, only by doing
This statement may be true, but only the future will know for sure
Some just like to take their time
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