wee hours,
when we are awakened
by thought,
a dream
curtailed,
it's then that we truly
examine our
life.
where have we won,
or where we may
have failed.
there is no stick to
measure
the depth of fear,
or joy.
we are just wading it
seems in unclear waters,
going nowhere
faster and faster
with each
new year.
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