To
dedicate to plans of a future time
Is all
well and good on a whim
But
still “What to do” echoes in my mind
In
regards to sociality, I’m dim
What
makes this so much worse is I’m left with a task
What I
feel I can’t fail for the price is too steep
A
second chance to proceed, move on without my old mask
In this
matter my reserve I won’t keep
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