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Two things I fear above all else
To these nothing can compare
Like a desert traveller in clothing threadbare
I shiver as though in throes of a fever
When thoughts of these in my mind do stir

When the director calls for the final curtain call
And the actors bow out in foretold sequence
I shall be of appearance dazed and stare at all
With mouth agape my slackened jaw may fall
For I fear I shall not have lived at all

So move was through life's serendipity
With actions of one attempting to touch
One and all moments
With a hunger unprecedented
I cause all to flow about me in river like slow motion
So that like a hungry ocean,
When I do bow out
I shall regurgitate all heretofore swallowed up
I shall savour my last act and subsequent ovation

But perhaps the reverse
Shall one and all arise
And for all my years of practice
And two minute presentation
Shall have but a dim memory of my play
I fear, I shall not be remembered at all

I was drawn by the title because its something i do study myself... Your use of english words are intriuging and your understanding of the depression got from an unaccomplished live shows that i am not alone in this.... Keep up the good work

I was drawn by the title because its something i do study myself... Your use of english words are intriuging and your understanding of the depression got from an unaccomplished live shows that i am not alone in this.... Keep up the good work

Thank you so much. U don't know how encouraging this is