Another sleepless night,
Caused not by pain, this time,
But by strong, stormy winds,
Relentless, hurling pine cones and detritus
To clang against the metal roof,
And trigger restless thoughts that spill
Like water over rocks, surge in and out:
Should we, or should we not;
What is the wiser course, and why
Are we still drawn, and when
Will we accept both passing time
And rising limitations?
Will we regret having said no,
Or saying yes?
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