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Potential.

The thing that scares me most

is my own potential.

What if I don’t let myself be great?

It’s the problem of risk verses comfort,

of loyalty verses stagnancy,

of waiting verses acting.

Don’t I make my own timing?

Or do I leave that up to someone else?

All I know if that my brain is often wrong

and my heart is often right,

and I can’t pass the test

if I never open the booklet.

 

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  1. April 21, 2014 at 13:38

    agreed, well written!

  2. Nicole
    April 22, 2014 at 13:17

    Free will versus destiny…a life long problem

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