strange this trepidation
it’s not going to
to rain like it did
on your child plans
so long ago
it still refuses to reset
when you plan a sunny day
and all along the way
you remember that day
when it broke down
and was rained off
and your plans were reigned in
it is still in harness the stallion worry
stamping upon the grounds of your ire
too late now to hope
for trepidation to be put out to graze
and to no longer graze the knees of your prayers
too late now
and yet the sun always shine through
doesn’t it
strange isn’t it
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