Adrift in a morass of regrets
I stare at the ocean liner
offering to lift me to luxury.
Restrained by fear,
chained by inertia,
petrified by panic.
I'm going nowhere
but surely that can't be
my fault.
I stare at the ocean liner
offering to lift me to luxury.
Restrained by fear,
chained by inertia,
petrified by panic.
I'm going nowhere
but surely that can't be
my fault.
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