To avoid being a common practice
Aversion of life as a maladaptive tactic
To accept who I am and stop deciding
I can't see the whole of me when I'm dividing
But condition from conformity does otherwise
When I am enabled to make choices and decide
As if there is a choice in the these moments
There is only one in my eyes
To irrevocably act on something so abstract
Consider it a leap of faith for what I lack
To avoid slipping in to the many cracks
I feel the need to place a spine in my back
This journey of thought now sees the fault
Creating the key so as to unlock the vault
But as the key shakes in my cautious hand
I collapse, and continue to build upon sand
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