Like a gift not to be openedthe future sits unknown
wrapped in expectation and hope
yet, another day
that the eager hand is slapped away
how things would work
if the clock were to stop
if life were to drop off
into the clearest blue
coexisting with the deepest black
two worlds layered
in constant turmoil over
the human soul
a stereotypical struggle
when right in front and all around
is the answer
both
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