But I can’t let myself get weighted down over every pain,

With each step life strides by,

With all laboured breaths, another calm one dies.

If you wander too long, you must accept you will be left aside.

I more worry about the angry.. I seem not able to perceive,

When thought does not match the deed,

But yet we become more aware the more the eye is deceived.

The comforters make the cries and expect the wounds to not bleed

I can be harsh and sometimes foolish in my view,

Still…I have time to know.

Time to rescind and regain.

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