Where is tomorrow?
I only make it to another moment.
But were my story bright,
Attached to my own description,
Reaching the apex,
My path would be gone a million times.
My balance would be genuine,
My lies less visible;
Yet I know how to chase my fury -
Back into the fiery walls
Against the green-eyed terror,
A quick grasp of the pen,
A childish movement -
A poem.
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