Stop Peeking

looking in your window

seeking to stride beyond the wake of routines

but maddened by my caution

my paths are lined with habits of comfort and fear

ruts serve as guardrails to the destination

time is running thin or so it seems

when belief is that fate is written

then blazing the charted course is the way

if the pen is within reach

script the page as a heart would wish

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