Confused…
I have a mile of fear that isn’t coercive
To anything but moving forward
And ideologies less adorned
And I find myself at a stopping point
Of what I should expect
And what I should just be OK with
And never does the truth filter down my leg
Like a dirty little thought that comes
From deep rooted side-notes
And not sure where I go from here
Not sure if I ask
Or just do
Or just lie down and say –
I’m through…
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