ridiculous, crazed and bold

there is a strange and sinking feeling deep within my chest
a fluttering and anxious feeling of one called at another’s behest
to act, to pull away, to lift my anchor up and sail away from this shore
and ride a crazy wind across a wild sea in search of a different war
one that makes the bleeding worth the endless pale days of cold

there is an awful grasping beating come from within my fractured frame
a pounding, ticking, tocking that sings of brighter times, a better game
the hidden ghost inside is pressing, stretching newly wakened limbs
fresh, gentle reminder that one in motion rarely sinks but often swims;
this life is but a single race so let us run – ridiculous, crazed and bold

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