Wandering Thoughts of Existence
I'm so afraid
That I rest on a balance
With so little room for error
I shouldn't be still in place
Yet the wind blows
And the storms pass
Perhaps I'm a fighter
In the ring
Often down
But so far not out
The times passes
And the minutes count
I woke in the night
With my newest dream
That I'm a figment
Of my own imagination
The sun rises
And another day begins
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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