Moody moods

Doubts are growing; Storms are coming

The wind is blowing; I can’t be lying

We might fall apart; Regrets might eat us

Too back we can’t go back; Fear is being established

Should I give up? Should we surrender?

Are we torn apart?…The bright day is drawing to a close

I can’t go on. I can’t give up either

Fear is growing but I hate being on the dark side

The sky must be cloudless and fear will fade by itself

Tell me… you want to glow or vanish?

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