In amongst this chaos,
I can hear just my own fear.
One that wants to run away,
But yet to always be here.
The two not mutually exclusive,
They’re born of the same desire,
The thing that gets me up in the morning,
And the things that makes me tire.
Here I walk with nerves,
Here I navigate my best.
Then it’s left to fate.
I can only do my best.
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