we all have something to learn
Stiff upper lip
patience-it will be our turn
utter a word; sentances blur
one more day...
That's all I've heard
kizmit-fate-
who really knows?
We create
putty, plastic, clay
in someone elses hands
what words will you say?
do you just sit
watch and wait?
a player in a game...that's it.
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