Love, in the city.

 
You regret yesterday, fear today, and dread tomorrows.
What if it was your last.
You steer away from love, shut commitment, drown your sorrows.
What if it was your only shot.

You choose friendships, weigh your guts, shift your conscience.
What if it was fate.

You hold your tears, build your ego, ignore your emotions.
What if it stays.

You try mindlessly, lose sight of dreams, live selfishly.
What if you were alive.

I guess we never thought of fear this way, back when we were just kids.

 
 
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