If I agree, shall you hold me hostage to my words?
If I speak, will my words echo through your mind...provoke thought?
Will my ideas be seen? Be met with open arms...?
If I dig a hole, can I bury my past...
If the hole is too deep...will I get lost in my old world?
Is my heart open, willing to not relive those distant hurts...?
If I climb, will I ever reach the sky...and look down on the world?
Everything will look so small...like ants, scurrying around...?
Like rain, I shall drop...and land in my puddle...
The sun will rise...and I will evaporate...turn into thin air...
But my memory remains...never to be forgotten...
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