The story is common
So plain we pass by often
All motion defeated
By endless what-if questions
Obvious
We own it
Our anxious scars and bruises
Heavy hands swing slowly
With weight of our own choosing, now…
Thirsty for comfort
Too proud to ask for answers
Libraries of suggestion
The loudest voice is hidden
Obvious
So simple
Action makes for removal
Heavy heart
Bad posture
Collapse and falling under, now…
We know but can’t believe it’s easy as it sounds
We know but always told if we let go we drown
You feel the tide is rising
That water’s cold as hell
Think enemies surround you
Everyone, except yourself
Your condition,
Fake direction is no protection
Know what you’re really afraid of
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