Acquired Fear

Seconds Sliding 

Transversing Decades

Minutes Gliding

Pointless. Sharp. Delays...

 

Never wanting to admit

Glaze over the list

Tongue tied, on you sit

Missing the kiss

 

Oblivious wating stare

Playing innocent again

Trapped in the snares

How long can one stand

 

Strange happenstantial purpose

Look beyond acquired fear

What's going to happen to us

If you can't change my dear?

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