It’s a simple question of fear
Your words mean more to me than you think
I know I may seem ignorant
A sweet glance past your outreached hand
I’m aware of my options
But I don’t feel any passion.
That leaves me paralyzed at twenty
But breathing till eighty
I’d rather be caught off guard
And pushed into my fate
Instead of searching for it on my own.
Walking on a path
That many people have ventured by now
Hoping their feet prints
Don’t swallow mine
And consume more than just my body
But my heart as well.
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