We fear the strips of life
& yearn they would pass us by
but without pain
growth will remain a fairytale.
So!
In anticipation of pain
we refuse to soldier on
& bury our effort
under the seat of inaction
there we sing blaming tunes.
Louder!
they get by each passing day
held on to the fear
that fuel our empty tomorrow regrets
while holding hostage
the dreams
that was supposed to be reality.
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