There's doubt
There's shout...ing!
We pout, predicting pathways that are personal
Loudly wishing clout could save us from...back to doubt.
About ...we can not hold on to.
Impatient we avoid the question - what is about to happen?
Leave out the way we see ourselves - when ever asked to reveal.
We scout those feelings ... Oh so real
They sprout up like dani-evil-lions
Out . . . side we can not show that fear has held us back
Lulu would feed us lemons to teach us which route to come back
. . . to
Our jaws are now stout -filled with excuses to render
Like louts our behavior begins to change into
[begging batters baked into broken bits]
Inside . . . the fear we have has turned into gout,
it destroys who we are on the . . . Inside
We turn up our snout when we don't agree
We try to tout others to vouch by mouth - what we're worth: greed?
Why can't we just sit still -
Oh! FEAR . . . come out! come out!
wherever you are . . .
my
ROUTE is what I doubt~
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the only way to succeed at times, is to make decisions within our fearful journeys!
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