"What could go wrong?"
My imagination runs away.
But when it does,
It worries it might trip and fall.
It'll have to go to the hospital.
It can't pay for those bills.
The recovery would be so hard
And it would be climbing uphill.
It will find a friend on the journey.
But no one helps in a hurry.
The "what if"s
Cloud my mind
Like a shade
Blocking out the sun.
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