in the fog of indecision
the clarity of the dawn
in the anxious disappointment of missed chances
the cold, hard certainty of inescapable destiny
in the silence of defeat
the distant roar of victory
grip tightly, the snare slips
accelerator to the floor
expect long delays
memories fade
the heart forgives
but the soul remembers
the wound does not heal
we plunge head first
into this muddled sea of dreams
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