I see people stare into it
It reflects in their eyes like pools of hope
I make glances at it
A glimmer traces my retina
I process it in bits but never see a full picture
I've seen people reach and be scorched
I'm too timid
Maybe if I waver through it fast enough
I won't be burned
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
I see people stare into it
It reflects in their eyes like pools of hope
I make glances at it
A glimmer traces my retina
I process it in bits but never see a full picture
I've seen people reach and be scorched
I'm too timid
Maybe if I waver through it fast enough
I won't be burned
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