… do you think we’ll make it?

I’m standing still – disillusioned and cynical, watching others chasing for the unmeasurables.

‘What do you want?’ you asked me. I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t want.

I’m letting it go – not because I don’t want it, but because I don’t know what I want. When do you know and would you ever know?

So I’m standing still.



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