Testing, testing 1,2,3…
Here we come reminding you of where you’ve been
A flash of light, a glimmer you catch
Putting pressure on cracks once healed
Reliving those moments of desire, rethinking choices and paths chosen
In the face of pain, not to repeat
Emotions that had no foundation
Hope remains something unseen, hearing the words but needing proof
Was it here or there or somewhere between?
Was it true or a trance of perfect?
That only lives in the young hearts untouched by wicked
It’s a balancing act of survival you see
Meet on need but not the other
Time to trip and fall, with no sharp landings.
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