Eleventh Hour

Be bold

And mighty forces will come to your aid.

 

Goethe said it.

But I fear my bold strokes are behind me,

would only come to mad flailings now,

stabs in the dark

born of ego or desperation.

 

Roads not traveled

will remain that way.

And what lies ahead

is simply more

of that which has become

all too familiar.

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