Cassette

However much you listen, the recording is the same, the story is final, nothing is new.

We read quotes, and daily we sigh

to ourselves as we attempt to meet

the perfection expectations they put on us

and all fall, we never get there,

though eventually as we think,

we try. 

Following, there's love.

Most love you see turns,

hate replaces all the fire

from warm heaven to hell

the remorse shoots up,

from the roots of hope.

You finally thought you'd found it, no?

We took the time to look, to try.

why, when we're back here again?

Time goes on and still they seek,

seeking still for the inevitable

less unsure than last time

though more expectant 

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In failure we do not fall.