thoughts in the night (fragments)
Faith strong
Or eternal wait
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Who pays the cautious?
Who's to say which side
has the greener grass
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How often must I choose
With so little to go on
How sure must I be
Before I start the dance
I choose, I live
I wait, I shrink a little
And confusion grows
Mould or movement
Sounds easy
So many doors to open
No map here lies
Just dust
Decay
----
Simon


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