Close the door
Trapped inside
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide.
With that determind
Choice of theory
Caught you napping
Caught you weary
Surprises come
Thick and fast
Go and figure
Why you are last.
A new door opens
In rushed ideas
Discount the ones
That trigger the fears
New from here
Yet to be tested
My own way ahead
For as long as I lasted
Uniquly capable
Of reading the signs
Fuzzy grey demarcations
Of black and white lines.
Struggling for a name
To headline this ode
Suggestions welcome
In commentary mode.
©wrennie
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