I Await
The awoken are the last to notice
I await
not just with yesterday's fear
but tomorrow's anxiety
Not Unknowing
the difference between
real and fantasy
the good from the grit
the snooze from the wit
Kill me off in purple haze
where diamonds get their rightful gaze
a preacher's son on the run
I await
and look at what I have done
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