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Embryonic thoughts, plague the best of me

Incipient beginnings, not where I wish to be

Maturity has abandoned me, in very many ways

Passing by the hours, watch them turning into days

Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn

I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn

Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not

Maybe I finally did grow up, perhaps I just forgot



The Daily Post: Inchoate

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