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Cold Feet
You'll never find out
where you might have gone
If you don't leave
where you've been
You'll never approach
who you might become
If you change
with every whim
You'll never discover what's
over the hill
With both feet stuck
in the sand
You'll never discern the
right from the wrong
Indecision
-your command
(The New Room: January, 2024)
where you might have gone
If you don't leave
where you've been
You'll never approach
who you might become
If you change
with every whim
You'll never discover what's
over the hill
With both feet stuck
in the sand
You'll never discern the
right from the wrong
Indecision
-your command
(The New Room: January, 2024)
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Cold Feet
Cold Feet
