In the darkness beyond,
Too frightened or perhaps too logical,
To leave your position,
The safety of the wall your hand rests on,
Means you cannot take risks,
The death of which may delay your own death,
Yet, fills your life with repetitiveness,
But once you abandon that which you know,
For of which don't know much,
All of the hands in the world will not help,
For there's nothing to touch,
That they will know,
You'll have to feel around,
Until what there is becomes a new wall,
Or you surrender dead upon the ground.
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