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,

as they search 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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