and fears don’t control
they simply seem to stand
in the way a bit
why does he think
he has the right
fears don’t control they
just get in the way
some kind of catatonic
state never saying the right words
anyhow will he explain
his way out of this one
and into another
puddle to soak
his dry foot hopping around
in circles like a fool
dancing here and there
he goes again babbling
on like a river
moving until he tires and falls…
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