Hesitate

More like talking than actually poetry... Though do I write any other way?

I used to know.

Once
I knew how
To live.

Now...

Now I live,
Stop,

And live again.
Never knowing
How
Why

Or When
I'll start
And stop again.

I used to know.



I used to Know.

But maybe...
maybe living
is about
Living.
Not knowing;
Not needing to know.


Maybe...


If only I knew.

The End

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