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RE: Uncertainty – Poem #64 (Welcome to the Sombre Days)
Brimming with uncertainty,
should I tie balloons
and let the winds guide,
or should I stay rooted
where I bathe in sunlight?
I feel this. My gypsy soul craves the open road, my sense of progress demands I put my roots down.
We're in constant conflict between our impulses and inhibitions.