I Regress

Getting better every
Day, getting closer every
Minute, drawing nearer
With every accursed
Second that
Passes without waiting
For the right time,
Without thinking or
Wondering if this
Is everything.
And then I turn
Back and look away
From the thoughts
Of my heart,
Ignore the
Philosophy and
Return to the blind
Faith, without thinking,
Without knowing,
Without proof.

Is this such
A mistake?

The End

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