he made my lips tremble
with the possibilities
that were never ready.
so much to begin and
conceive to remain as
viable as we can.
if you step out of the
monotony, the rewards are
harder to come by.
they like to call it
the road less traveled
and it is the truth.
it is made uneasy for a
reason, you must receive
pain and doubt to proceed.
guilt and self-pity are
brought to bare and no one
can be transparent.
you are alone here,
dormant and left to design
all that could be.
where is the patience
that makes us so divine,
the emperors of time.
this life is a lottery
of mad markets and mimes
who hold the mask in place.
he knew of their plans
of dominance, the richer
forge the poorer.
this fight makes you step
out of life to stay on the
angles that matter.
then it comes out of nowhere
and it is too late,
the last word is down.
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