It's not two steps from my brain
To my mouth
But long always it seems
The path to speak.
I've not yet released the angst of yesterday
And am looking forward
To what tomorrow
Will allow me to lock away
For a future day.
A ticking time bomb?
Nothing like that,
Just unsure of the script
That had been provided
In times past.
It's all that I've known
To lock away the treasures of disdain
Like they are pieces of gold
Always with me,
These stories untold.
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