Dances
Hello slim chances… Will you find your moment?
Distressed alone, a foreign world calling
Momentum lost, you dance against the wall
Motionless… a whisker’s width away from falling
Petrified a workman’s passion fades
Stuck between horrific heirs appealing
Prisoner to the passing of his grades
Now destroyed the remnants of sincerity
Yards away to freedom beacons light
From pathetic aberration broken salutation
Longing to escape to breathe the night
Young minds seared in fantasy contraption
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