We try to control

everything.

We pretend that if we plan enough then we’re prepared for

anything.

 

Tell me,

how do you know what we should do?

If you’re not scared,

you’re doing it wrong.

 

How can you be so

sure?

How can you make promises

that are worlds away?

 

What’s your reasoning?

I have mine.

I will do whatever it takes, and when I can’t do more,

have faith.

Poetry

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