Ticking
Clock
The
uncertain miss is a conundrum drum
Usually
it’s best not to step when you’re unsure what might come
Light
makes all the difference which is why the actress may cry
But life
brings things which challenges your make-up and triggers a sigh
The
future always brings thoughts of cold
For its
nature is unknown and so better silver in hand than hope for gold
Yet it
doesn’t assuage to jump or not
It leaves
the mind swirling in a knot
Emotions
and mind may conflict towards decision
Not at
all a help and definitely blurs vision
So do I
or don’t, should I or shan’t?
Mood is
then perhaps the coin toss resort
But then
up jumps integrity and slaps the mercenary
Never act
if fearful or uncertain, for that’s unforgivable emotional alchemy
Never use
for that is need and not want
The
absolute love crime of the altruist lot
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