There's beauty in a darkness that you don't
Have to go out in; chill and white, serene,
An object, not a place, because you won't
Touch or interact with it. So clean,
So far outside the window, yet so near
To being messy; take a single step
And all collapses. This is what we fear:
That all the warmth, vitality and pep
We have inside us dissipate away
When we engage with what appears outside;
The darkness at the ending of the day
Just makes us want to run away and hide.
We ought to go out there; but it's so cold
It doesn't seem to pay off to be bold.
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