Soliloquy

I see the tiny, flimsy string
The rains with itself will bring.
I struggle to get out of bed;
Of all the colours, I see red.

I try too hard and strive to see
The man I once tried to be.
The onset fills me with dread;
I make good my escape instead.

All joy in life is mine, I know
If I could merely take things slow.
The world is crashing in my head
As on these eggshells I tread.

Life flits by me, and I try to hear
The trembling that comes with fear.
I know I’m hanging by a thread;
I’m joyous about what lies ahead.

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