The fear that nothing will change
the fear that everything will
the fantasy of realism
every bitter pill
the bigger blank page
the harder the block
for those about to sell out
salutations: here's your rock
no matter how I twist it
I can't get the words to fit
silence gnaws unrelenting
maybe how we got this pit
the fear that everything will stay the same
the fear that everything will fall
the fear I cannot stop waiting
the fear I'll never hear the call
what
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