The road is still long and slow,
With hearts that broke and gone cold.
Why must the shadows creep?
They stayed awake while we sleep.
A pure representation that still stands true,
Now torn beneath the doubts and worries.
Why is it that hope shatters?
Practicality told people that forgetting is better.
A bicycle rolls down a steep hill.
Gravity is zeroed, there’s no resistance, only free will.
What is it that makes you cower and hide?
Experiences made you from fight to flight.
The answers rang loud and obvious.
~S.H.~
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