I remember carrying the disappointment of today
to tomorrow with the added baggage of guilt
of not doing something about it yesterday
To all my coping of adding humour
to my demons or
to all the mechanics of my defences
that lay all your faults ahead of mine
I am disappointed

Sometimes I think about the fallacies
of our thinking
of all our confirmation biases without
confirming the truth

It all originates from fear
Fear of being proven wrong
Fear of watching my neatly built up world crumble
into fiery lava from the volcano of suppression
Fear of being just another brick in the wall
when you dreamed of bigger things
forgetting that the only thing people have in common
with you is the ambition
not the pursuit of it
That is in your hands

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