Everything is clearly unclear.
What is it that I fear?
The unknown is inevitable.
Packed in it: many regrettables.
Pop a few in my mouth…
Misery runs about
On top of juicy taste buds.
Regrettables running amuck
Cause the buds to desiccate,
And then slowly fade away.
What am I left with to call my own?
Once again, the unknown.
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