Wonder
Do you ever stop to wonder:
What is just out of sight?
Would there be thunder,
Or would there be light?

Would there be color,
Or would it be white?
Would it make you hold on
A little more tight?

None of that matters.
It will soon be here.
But only to the one
Who accepts it there.

The Calling
Its getting late
And bed is calling.
I think I'll go
Before I'm falling
Fast asleep.

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I have but one fear.
It holds me tight.
It won't let go.
All it does is fight

My wants and desires
To make me not decide
'Til its to late
Where I abide.

I have but one fear in life.
I dare not forget.
It gives but one choice.
It is Regret.

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