Though he may stroll around seeming vulnerable,
It is essentially in the eyes of one experiencing
A loss of confidence, slowly being built back again.
There are always going to be moments of clarity
Mixed in with the expectations of a good life
Surrounded by tests and analysis, in definition.
Once, when life might slow enough to navigate,
There is that time so easily, thankfully measured.
We live a life on borrowed time as long as we may,
Perhaps we might embrace a passion in our soul.
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