If I Lost Track
I am evanescent,
I have doubts.
I am jaded under gray clouds.
Want to pass you through, yet uncertainty holds me in blue.
I know for once you are a help!
But why my psyche is uncertain?
Is there a triumph or loss of hope?
Still, part of me yells “take it and keep going.”
Your longitude posits fears and trepidations
Your stance says, “You should not fear”
Grant me a lucent hope as I cross over your trace.
Should I stop at the middle, console me with sagacity.
Until, I steadfastly arrived at the end of this prophecy.
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