We are ashamed of being afraid

Even when we don’t know what we are afraid of

We are scared of tomorrow

Even when today is just an infant


We turn lies inside out

Dress it up in truth-like attire

For the real truth scorches our tongues


Then we curse the world for sitting on our backs

For swelling our feet and screwing up our heads

We blame the past for bruising our present

For holding us at ransom and jailing our future


We gloat in mischief

Showcase our tears of joy as others wipe tears of pain

For modesty demeans us

And withers our ego


But still we lament

Over our stunted progress

Or runaway achievements

We strangle life, hammer nails into its head

Without caring we’ll still walk this world

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