There was this feeling –
so less I know.
The more I scream,
I wobble around in my spiraling death.
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It was that impression –
I know so little.
Caged in opaque,
I had forgotten the world outside my head.
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It was a hunch –
no more of what I know.
Trying to break-free,
I could not, would not submit to distress.
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It was this belief –
I crave for more.
So when I fall,
I stand up and keep walking instead.
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It was the resolve –
dare – crave and care.
But then should I give in to expanse?
She says, give it a try, after all, its not Macbeth.