“Which One Of Us Is Next?”

What if, though, there is a brilliance in this dilapidated and Delaying feeling within All of her? What if, though, the fires which have burnt Bright inside of her jaded tried and jested soul 

Were forced for ONE SOLE REASON by us ALL
For her to merely conquer this cornered-in world

to set alarming fire to the size of her articulate mind and passionate desires —-

She will sit and sway and further DELAY… til inevitably reminding herself yet AGAIN…

to ceaselessly rewind and to

By the END of tImE. Tirelessly tell herself

(With a mindset to EAGERLY depend upon… And.. NO. ONE. ELSE, that this is all it is supposed to be—-

All sorts of undeniably scatter-crashed across the aforementioned fine and fancy landscape of her heavily self-dependent Brain