2.2.22

What do you see, what do you see? A little red light glowing and blip-ing… In the dark of night, like a beacon, meaning to your everyday blankness. And then your thoughts, how do they turn? With a subtle flick of the finger, you turn it back on. Put it in your pocket and run around town That little red light is like an old friend now. Notice how it goes out with quickness! (your wily companion) But when you need it, you want no one to see… But together, you shall go down in history. You and that little red light are brimming with potential. For you to be a “Genius” can only be done by you. You are the creator of the whole universe… For that little red light is a cosmic representation of your mind! 2.2.22… The little red light that is always there to guide you on. Coming from the back of your mind. 2.2.22… It’s a constant reminder to follow your next goal, And help you find new ones too! Reminding you throughout your life, It will be there with you all through the night, like a beacon of hope!
Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?
The 2.2.22 is an infinite recursion It beats out the clock, but it’s not the hands The hands are holding onto a wall, rubble, and tricks But it’s not the clock that has my admiration For it takes that to get around the wall There’s a wall, but it’s not the clock. It’s not even the hands For they are either held fast, or they are tearing They are tearing, but not on their own. It is up to you. Not up to me. So do I stand there? Or move a step ahead? To see what you’ve done?

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