A Moment in one’s life in which they question their core motives.
Sight unseen,
Like a shower in the dark,
Personal effort put forth on a daily basis
The angry one’s ballet,
Not a bad one,
Just a mad one,
Dependending on the cushions of the previous day
Duel ticket,
Planned for less than an explanation
Information necessary, again those lights are off,
My questions burn long past the daytime,
With questions which encapsulate territories,
In the end, burning with many questions in this, the angry one’s ballet
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