Do/Dare I?

If I had wings of a dove, I would fly away surrender this lackluster existence where talent flees me unused unwanted undisciplined in a grind and some how I slip off pedestals into my life’s chained melody flat note unsung in any chorus. Yes! This is me falling down down down a rabid hole called mortal wounded so I rattle on about nothing of consequence & nobody knows the trouble I see just here in nowhere in somehow don't know I’ve lost this spark unlit genius premonition lost calling lost in prayer lost… lucky I can't be-come or so says ye of such little, little faith. Yet, here I AM still ready to do or die do or die do or dare I?

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