"Eyes, once full of hope and lofty dream, Now stare at passer-by, all
rheumy eyed. Gait of the man that once was. Like a sign post, saying:
Here!, 'how I do not want to be when I am grown"
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@incognitaio
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC
"Eyes, once full of hope and lofty dream, Now stare at passer-by, all
rheumy eyed. Gait of the man that once was. Like a sign post, saying:
Here!, 'how I do not want to be when I am grown"
...
@incognitaio
Borne out of the fear of ever getting to the point where I will not be able to take care of responsibilities. The fear of failure and/or being ordinary.