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[justindecent]

These for me,
Are interesting times,
As the city bustles around me.
It's pace, a race,
A dangerous place,
A rapid river of currents and rocks.

To fight or to go,
With the treacherous flow.
Does my faith lie in self or in fate?
For in self I find doubt,
And Fate is unknown,
And so feared to be left to act on it's own.

But the show must go on,
With faith or without,
But something to cling to,
Would sure help me out.

J.