Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

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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