The Question by Owen Jones

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I had it once a while ago
I held it in my hand
This thing it was so beautiful
And I so terribly bland

I worried and I doubted
Did enjoy it not at all
I realised the height I came
And decided it best to fall

But how far have I fallen
How far still to go
There must be a defining moment
On which my descent must slow

I am what I fear
The terror from within
Confidence and arrogance
Both are terribly thin

They lie there terribly emaciated
To insubstantial to be of use
To long in my shadow
Such terrible self abuse

And though the problem is clear
My path ahead is told
Will I have the courage
Dare I be so bold