small minds

small minds look for weakness

wherever they can find it,

it makes them bigger than they really are,

more than they will ever be,

searching for a home that never was,

wandering like roaming gypsies

across desert plains,

mindless, aimless;

doomed;

time is not a friend,

it takes until there is nothing left,

leaving no trace,

destroying everything

in its path,

without witness,

without hope;

the enemy waits within,

silently ready, alarmingly knowing,

gnawing away, a growing whisper,

an unknown touch,

a dark, mindless shadow,

“just a little farther” it hisses,

just one more momentary lapse longer,

just one small break in protocol,

better safe than sorry,

sooner or later it comes to us all;

time is not a friend;

small minds never journey

past the mistakes,

trapped by the insecurity,

lost within the fear;

forever stuck in the glue.

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