Failure


"A dreamer" they called me.
I don't dream at all.
It is anxious hypotheticals
that will be my downfall.

I am stuck in my mind,
yet not lonely at all.
I will not yet climb,
until I first learn to crawl.

Please let me escape.
Give me the key to my own cage.
I will die frozen with fear.
Before I die of old age.

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