Uncertain futures
Possibilities give pause
No NEED for worry
But there’s probable cause.
Moving parts
Moving players
Foundations shift
Mixing layers.
Nights grow longer
Sleep is fleeting
Thoughts get scrambled
Essence depleting.
Seeds are sewn
Yet to reap
While heavy eyes
Beg for sleep.
But mind still races
No slowing down
Smile gets heavy
Default to frown
But no room for sadness
These are the brightest days
Fight for solace
Still, darkness stays
So I write couplets
Crafting rhymes
To assuage
The pass of time.
Thinking that maybe
Line by line
I can attain
That for which I pine.

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