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I waited for an elevator It was an exceptionally long pause, And there was a group of three arguing Over the meaning of a clause. I knew the answer to their query, But questioned if I should reply. Social stigmas can be strange So I decided to be shy. They searched their minds, They racked their brains, And I just stood there - The answer boiling on my tongue. My elevator arrived just then, And I reluctantly stepped inside. The doors closed slowly, slowly, And I heard their voices die... ...So it is with my faith. Many people are searching And I have the answer, But I am too afraid to speak. So I step inside an elevator, And lift myself above their problems Pridefully rejecting the searching Of those who need an answer.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
I Stepped Into an Elevator
I waited for an elevator It was an exceptionally long pause, And there was a group of three arguing Over the meaning of a clause. I knew the answer to their query, But questioned if I should reply. Social stigmas can be strange So I decided to be shy. They searched their minds, They racked their brains, And I just stood there - The answer boiling on my tongue. My elevator arrived just then, And I reluctantly stepped inside. The doors closed slowly, slowly, And I heard their voices die... ...So it is with my faith. Many people are searching And I have the answer, But I am too afraid to speak. So I step inside an elevator, And lift myself above their problems Pridefully rejecting the searching Of those who need an answer.
austin-bauer
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
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