Tumbleweed

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Drip, drip, drip
Another failure
Another slip
The unbearable
Dreary routine
Rusted to the tip
Some days I grumble
Others I mumble
I don’t fall
But I stumble
On glassy words
On pointy shards
Jagged swords
Like violin chords
Same old, same old
Tired of being told
Your dreams
Ambitions
Too bold, too bold!
Free me
If you see me
Lunging, plunging
In to tyranny
For I fear
Being unaware
Caught in despair
All flames, no flare

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