Briefly losing his sense of self-possession,
Footprints becoming shallow,
So off he went
Keeping an open mind,
Not closing any doors,
Thinking he has it all covered
But yet there isn't a blanket for emotion
So cold even in paradise,
Left with another cliffhanger episode,
Wondering if the thermometer cares how he holds onto himself, and at what speed,
Inner warmth an exercise,
Stand by for balance,
One more bid for an acceptable conclusion
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