The Mark

As hard as glass
I woke up paralyzed
But there were one or two hopes left

I didn't cling to them
Rather I took them for sparks to light me
And I waited for them to grow
If they were to sputter and fail I accepted it

Then I took another without his knowledge
And shook him
He had nothing but vintage keys
Which hit the ground

I waited after the call
And sighed to myself
For I was no longer fragile
Merely used to waiting

I failed to see what I would have
Because it was obscured by professionals
So they couldn't blame me
But I hit the mark anyway


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