A Dream with a Glaring Man

Fire and Candles

He was mad at me

It felt wrong

I offered to pay

It wouldn't take long

He glared at me,

"Eventually."

He just wanted me out.

Why didn't anyone tell me

What I was doing cost money

I didn't have ill intent

I was ready to repent

But that man didn't like me

And maybe he is everyone.

 

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