Thinking
The anticipation,
Of what is to come.
Whether it is good or bad,
Causes stress for everyone.
Fear drives hate,
The unknown does the same.
A weakness is,
The lack of planning.
No matter which end you belong.
Failure to attend the anticipation,
Of the throng.
Will override,
Everyone's plan.
Then to the mob,
We will belong.
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