We free to live it our way
Explain me why we don’t
All troubles we can outplay
Just any way we want
So why we’re not sincere
And putting on a mask
And why am I in fear
Of question-not-to-ask?
It beckons me with duty
It teases me with hope
It frightens me with beauty
Of one-way icy slope
Should I unleash the passion,
Should I step out of dusk,
With sweetie what-if question
I never dare to ask?
05/29/17
Fear
© Copyright: Константин Балашов, 2017
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