Random decision of mortal friction,
An angel a glimpse of pure volition,
Observe surroundings for clever sounding,
State that which I claim to be astounding,
A slight laugh I see the shot's path,
A direct hit but will charm cause submit,
Falter with the passing seconds I stumble descends,
Inaction feeds sorrow of the time left to borrow,
Will I die before the angel's spirit soar,
Fingers gone cold with no warmth to hold,
A heart withers sick no soul to join with,
What if I chose other words instead of obvious,
Apprehensive to reject yet I regret absence attempt,
Shake off the worry the fish are plenty,
Swimming for years to find open ears,
Clip my wings the angel finally sings,
But then I will wonder what this new life brings
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