Lurking always close, unfelt and unseen,
Why is it attracted to the bright lights on the stage?
How does it tone down the expansiveness, making it intimate?
I shudder at the thought of averting my gaze,
Hesitating, avoiding the steep road ahead,
Longing to hold it in the comforting darkness,
I am a foolish soul, adorning flower stems with silver.
But now, this journey seems scary,
Dissonance pollutes my conflicting heartbeat,
I feel a guilt inside me, a doubt that grows bigger,
Watching the blooms wilt, my stupidity became clear.
It’s true, I am
Oh, the insolence of all, the incessant torment of my soul.

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