It happens to the best of us.
It happens to you.
It happens to me.
And there’s no guarantee that it won’t ever happen again.
Out of life.
Out of breath.
Breathless.
Voiceless?
Unwillingness.
Hopelessness.
All pointless.
All the craziness,
and all the happiness,
also all the sadness,
purposeless.
Tearfulness?
Blindfolded and brainless?
Senseless?
The cowardice
was unexpectedly
what caused restlessness.
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