Torn

like clockwork
routinely bored by
the day to day
torn
between what is
necessary
and what is not

wanting nothing more
than extra ordinaries
less the hell
torn
between comfortable
security
and unlocked chain

happiness is fickle
slips the grasp quick
slippery smiles
torn
between risk
and quiet submission

the key lies
somewhere beyond the
heart and mind
torn
between his pain
and mine

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