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When I solve a problem I'm never there nor here Anxious waiting in the wings For something new to fear

Maybe a learned behavior Things I hid in my youth A need though some so trivial Umbrella without boots

Hands sometime shake on family stay Is it alcohol or pills Maybe it's codependent Maybe I need more thrills

The problem with solutions They're always here or there When all's calm in imperfect world Paranoid window (creaking) stares/stairs

When I solve a problem I'm never there nor here Anxious waiting in the wings For something new to fear Maybe a learned behavior Things I hid in my youth A need though some so trivial Umbrella without boots Hands sometime shake on family stay Is it alcohol or pills Maybe it's codependent Maybe I need more thrills The problem with solutions They're always here or there When all's calm in imperfect world Paranoid window (creaking) stares/stairs

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Do not encourage Poetry on this sub or you will be banned.

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Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.

Hmmmm...