Self-doubt
Forgo my fate.
I am not destined for anything great.
Persevere
This too shall pass.
Time heals by eventually; nothing ever lasts.
Ephemeral
My body, my temple,
Rough-hewn from Earth- my motive scattered in dust.
Apprehension
When do I stumble, where do I fall?
It’s too good to be true; naught ever fares this fair.
Spell failure
He who plunges up retires to ground.
Lighter the feather dawns; heavier digs the crown.
Relentlessness
Girt bones to ashes.
Linger in comfort- repent forever.
Impetuous
Turn tail uninvited harbingers.
Don’t count the haystacks whilst the coffin’s still in production.
Consolation
Gone with the wind, the tiny whisper of dream.
It’s all noise- distorted untrue, lost forever in the undo.
Steadfast
What say my nay-sayers?
All in favour, give the proximal precipitous cliff a good tumble.
Cynicism
Life splashes you free lemonade, surprises overdue.
Ill omens begone; in lieu the advent, my prudent ordeal's here.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
Self-doubt
Forgo my fate.
I am not destined for anything great.
Persevere
This too shall pass.
Time heals by eventually; nothing ever lasts.
Ephemeral
My body, my temple,
Rough-hewn from Earth- my motive scattered in dust.
Apprehension
When do I stumble, where do I fall?
It’s too good to be true; naught ever fares this fair.
Spell failure
He who plunges up retires to ground.
Lighter the feather dawns; heavier digs the crown.
Relentlessness
Girt bones to ashes.
Linger in comfort- repent forever.
Impetuous
Turn tail uninvited harbingers.
Don’t count the haystacks whilst the coffin’s still in production.
Consolation
Gone with the wind, the tiny whisper of dream.
It’s all noise- distorted untrue, lost forever in the undo.
Steadfast
What say my nay-sayers?
All in favour, give the proximal precipitous cliff a good tumble.
Cynicism
Life splashes you free lemonade, surprises overdue.
Ill omens begone; in lieu the advent, my prudent ordeal's here.
Just some hapazard thoughts. Not a chain/progression of ideas.
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