Like a fish in a new pond,
Too scared,
Yet too arrogant,
Always on the edge.
Too many questions
Too few answers
Wondering, wanting, waiting, learning
And doubting.
Its the new way to live,
Welcome to uneasy, queasy.
Oh wait, not so easy.
By the way, it never ends.
Till it does,
But the new is old now.
The hot is cold now.
The story is told now.
It floats around dead,
one with the pond,
no life of its own,
no feeling forlorn.
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