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Dichotomy
One moment planned and unexpected
One moment of joy and grief
An evening to remind this boy
That Life is a fickle thief.
The insomniac dream speaks to me
Within the early morning dark.
I ponder whether I should sleep
Or inspire life upon this spark.
The wicked’s rest confronts my eyes.
My harried mind cannot now rest.
Life is easiest on my own,
Too furiously complicated to express.
The beast claws at my tattered soul.
My intellect lifts me o’er the fray.
I wonder—should I let it go
And safely watch you walk away?
