
We are constantly worrying,
about lives many dilemnas.
Some times they practically choke us.
We are worrying so much,
about this, about that.
We start to wonder, if the problems,
will ever go away.
If it will dissolve into the air.
Whilst we are too scared,
of what lies ahead,
we let live's dilema's consume life now.
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