I would like to be comfortable,
To get through life without much struggle,
I would like to think that my entire life has not been a lie,
But I can't. I can't rest until the day I die.
.
I have to be vigilant,
I have to watch my every move,
I have to watch others too,
I have to stay alert and awake,
I have to do more and more, I have to improve.
.
I can't go back to the way things were,
I have no regrets about that, none at all,
But I just wish that some power in the universe
Will make it seem like being comfortable
Is Not A Sin.
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Just Daniel
I write short fiction when I have time. There are also elements of my life interwoven with fantasy that I incorporated into my writing. I also like the unknown, so enter into the dark, true, and mysterious if you dare...
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