I must think

I must wait

I am cautious even when I must make haste

Others do not get it,

they run and they fall and climb back against it all,

But I must give thought

I must find weight,

I must find reasoning amoungst the hate

Others preach pace,

But not precaution,

They dive in and falter

I stand back and wander,

look at the faults,

ponder the thoughts and wonder why they keep throwing shit at the wall. 

Life's already a mess, after-all

The End

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