Carte Blanche
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to say?
There’s no guide no map no clue
No second chance
A single word can spoil the sound
A single glance can break the spell
On knife-edge poised about to jump
An empty hand
To grasp alone the silent air
To scream alone in silent fear
Afraid of chance and stranger’s trust
For fear of knowing him
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