You try it

April 17, 2011
Tongue tied and terrified,
Oh! What is there to say?
Follow me down; not alive,
you have lied--
oh! To leave?
Or to stay.

I do not know,
I do care, lighting strikes:
My chest; the pain.
Most decisions, they bite--
But chances don't come again.

My thoughts my words they go unheard,
It's my petty fears,
They taunt me.
What I want everyday;
Through the Years--
I do not
Will not
Can not see.
Tomorrow is another day,
Tedious repetition,
Changes so Subtle, yet extreme...
So many things say they--
They who have no purpose
No mission.

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