Given the time to see what is around me I struggle.
The moments passing as rain,
leaving little but hindering pools of water.
Broken and seemingly alone I sit while dreaming of better moments,
the enthusiasm inside segregated from will.
Break down the doors so paper thin
and find the greater side of what I closed in.
Here I sit watching time fall around me,
drinking from the pools of water beside my feet.
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