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Seeking release,
he stands upon a self-made precepice.
Digging his heels
into a soft-set sand that never fits.

Here is a boy,
not striving and nor is his aim for “man”;
there is not a sway
and rare a concern in way of your plan

His goal not ready,
nor can it be found or called to be steady.
Disappointed by many
and frankly has lost all care and love for them or any.

His remorse is as it be;
swift and fleeting and say fair to call heady.
The anger that stirs
is quick to rear and quicker still to be found petty.