Intercourse with Doubt


Good morning said without looking up at the sky, in a language foreign and never heard
An embrace with no hands stretched, substituted by candid gaze from the pit of concern
The problem with sincerity, interpretations vs intentions, the dilemma with consumption
The emergence of doubt, disbelief that clocks don’t tell, measured only by experiences
But how do you experience that which is foreign, said in a language you don’t comprehend  
Maybe emotion is what freedom of expression is, how many are truly free?
Desire for neutrality, struggles with purpose for the purposeless; a neatly packed mess 
Rising above this is choice, the power to worry about what you decide to give power to
Thinning hair of a man whose days just began, so much power to worry and disbelief; in oneself and people, in what is not said in things verbalized
You see the victim is not us, it’s the part of the mind beaten during every intercourse with doubt
The doubt in our minds? No. It’s what we have chosen to give power!
After all,  why should chanced interaction with acquaintances be more powerful that a being
Reclaiming the power back is what makes us truly free, but this is no campaign against worry
It’s a request for freedom

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