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a poem
Are you fraught in constant thought
And constant fears and who endears
And how you stand, what you command
In colored dreams and tortured schemes
Little whites lies and feigned surprise
At wits end in false pretense
And in that sense you can’t commend
Trapped in the spiral there’s no denial
You’re trending down right to the ground
And being bold won’t take hold
So who are those who strike the pose
On trails blazed and victories chose
On past defeats, on great endeavors
On blackest days they storm the weather
Who are they that last forever
In dayglow or darkest night
The deepest valley, or lonely plight
A high adventure with victory in sight
On the highest mountain with the greatest might
Enslaved by frailty, enslaved by fright
Such are the things that we befall
In constant courage in a constant fall
In false confidence we make our stand
To face our demons on which we plan
We mobilize and say yes we can
