Without change

Worthless days

Nights bleeding into dawns

Cascades of moments

Creatures of habit squirming in their shells

I fear no embarrassment

I fear no challenges

Days are what we make of them

We choose to succeed or dream

Run or marinate

Change or remain the same

Throw in the towel or remain in the game

Without change

everyday is the same

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