Doubt

Words of wisdom in the basement
Signs of struggle on the wall
Foolishness sits on the porch,
Watching the crystal rain fall
Rebellion born out of a restricted childhood
Builds small fires for itself
All the while doubting the next move,
And regretting the last
The basement door threatens to break open
The signs come alive on the wall
The once ill-mannered child runs to the roof
Drenched in the rain, he cries out
For the chains once again

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