Cowards

There is this "thing" that dangles beneath the surface of wariness

They are called Cowards depending on the wrath of fallen hearts

They continuously collect Countless demonstrations of leveled thoughts

Collectively binding them to levy you into that world of depression

Scrunched in between opposing dichotomies

Wrinkled beneath fine features

They thrust the very notions of your insecurities

Simultaneously pushing them forward to become your deepest desires

Yet they are seldom followed

Last to realize the power of time

They somehow forget the vigor of the mind :)