Fool, fretting,
dares not,
rushes to comply, can't quantify
or qualify, eats humble pie.
Fearing failure, fool falters, fears to fly,
save from self's shadow, fictitious foes who pry.
Heed anxious sigh, serve stuttered, tense reply:
'However hard I try, the evil eye,
or so it seems, must, surreptitious, spy
upon my steps so insecure, so shy.'
Acts that defy facts, dreams deny,
[s]he falls from high for fool must die,
forgot
forgetting.
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