I wished too much

did less than little

locked in a harness

chained to a circumstance

until the stone fell out

and shackles went loose

then I wished less than little

but did too much

I stand in another arena

thumbs are plummeting

I have my work cut out for me

I liked it better when it was all imaging

and I was safe from the beast stalking me now

in the dreadful holding pen...

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