Every Insignificant Line

The windmill this life as is now

A walk towards the park

A conversation missed somehow

 

A thought of you brings a smile

A guilt within stops the grin

A flip of a coin

The fate hates the ladders I climb

 

The reassurance I need

A blinding exposure

A wake up call

For a fall, I fall, I fall…

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