I'm afraid to say what I want to say.
The words are shallow & the opening lame.
It's the sunset, the birds or the waves.
Where to begin & where will it end?
It's frightening to define things when
they still dance in your head.
Taunting you, asking you to join in.
In what madness do we think it's worth the time
to freeze life and just live inside?
What am I afraid to find?
The answers to the questions that've been on my mind.
Bait.
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