Time overloads the senses,
Takes everything away and leaves us with no defenses.
So many eyes judging what we do,
And where we go, too.
Constantly filling the void with insecurities,
Just to tame some anxieties.
We are afraid but that is nothing new,
We already knew.
Still believing there is another place better than this,
One closer to the abyss.
Perhaps the overload of the senses comes and goes,
Could it be that through the depths of it all there is only fear
And that is our spear, constructed by our own tears?
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