the fear of failure
has always made me skirt its edge
where others have dove right in
I jump nimbly, to avoid the shining drops
lest they land on me
and as I jump, the baggage
of all the things
I have attempted, and must not fail at...
I can’t drop any of them, how could you say that?
and you say it so easily too.
I couldn’t let go of any of them...
well, yes, of course it gets heavy...
but don’t you see why I can’t put them down? they
might get wet
no, no, I have to protect them
and I have to finish all of them
do I have time? no... but
you can see why I can’t put them down
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