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To guess at your curiosity

I'm apprehensive and at the ready

I can feel my own two hands again

And every opening keeps the blood contained

To whom it may concern

All effects, side or otherwise

Have proven worthless in due time

I'm in small doubt and struggle for salvation

Ushering in all that was kept at bay

On the steady jet of passing warfare

I've got many a reason to raise my voice

But here we've landed, fingers laced

Pleasantly sedated in a war-torn time and place

I can say these things so securely

The summer of love confronts the daze of labor

I'm not quite worthy of an echo,

though I do quite deserve applause

I'm starting to learn these simple rules

One by one, a lesson by the afternoon

I'm comforted in my misfortune

Soothed so slightly when panic's introduced

Given a smile when I fall face down

Something about that circling rainbow makes me happy

Though something else about it scares me to death

And I can't decide which side weighs heavier on me

These days, the rain's given me some advice

As it nearly throws me off the road

Laughing as it tears the world to pieces

It utters a quiet fit of well-intentioned hysterics

".... Sleep on it."

What's a boy to do, you ask?

"... Yeah, I'll do my best."