If Only

If only I had known my problem then,

I would have reaped my fortune with added ken.

If only I had known my problem then,

I would have changed the place of my den.

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The ocean of knowledge has sucked me in,

Tossing me about in a bid to desperately sin.

I experience the tossing in mind akin,

Outdoing the tossing in the oceanic din.

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Titanic doubts were cast on me,

Whether I could swim or pretend to be,

Or dance to the sounds of melancholy,

The virus was spreading pandemically free.

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Is greatness a choice for us to leveragingly keep?

Hidden in inhibited fear to benignly seek,

When weakness is all there is to seep,

Given the dormant potential so ineffably deep.

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The voices keep prodding me to start,

Is it too late to do myself apart?

Re-discovering form in a deadly dart,

To hit my target with all my part.