Tomorrow will come and go quickly between
Breaths that I take and give into a
Machine that's supposed to train me
To feel less afraid, but I don't.
Such passive knowledge only comes in
Handy to impress cute nurses at
Cocktail parties, or the girl in the office
When she squeals from a paper cut.
We will more than certainly fail the
Test of courage when everything spills out,
Guts and all. It's not that no one cares,
It's just that we'd rather be somewhere
Else besides the dead center
Of life itself.
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