You sit in your windowless house of fears,
And you wait, becoming irate.
The hours torment and the days they go by,
Your regrets seem to swallow your fate.
The small light that shines is intense,
And its burning a hole so immense,
Hesitating to see that it’s coming from thee,
It’s bewitching and holds such suspense.
There is never a need to turn back,
See, the wanting is nothing but lack,
The temptation to win has been your greatest sin,
Just let go, have some balls,
For integrity calls,
It is making its window within.
Life is changing….just let it burgeon.
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