Waves after waves
Unsure footsteps, erased on the shore
Is the little aconite ready to take a fall?
Or will it be just another dismay?
Trembling knees, pounding heart
Is it fine to restart?
Or is it better not to open the cat’s box?
This paradigm of uncertainties
Waiting to be ceased
Will you be willing to cross the border?
Change the parallel view
And paint another hue
Or stay in your little cave
Where no hearts and dreams shall break
Only lose the future of what might have been.
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