The gentle rolling of the clouds,
cannot contain the butterflies in my stomach.
What is this I feel,
is it fear or apprehension of the unknown?
Why can't I take that first step,
when chance and change beckons?
As I lay on a sea of grass in this unnamed hill,
I wonder if what lies beyond is indeed better.
No matter how I let loose my mind,
the butterflies still gnaw at me.
Ah, new horizons await,
another chance, another ray of hope...
..beyond this unnamed hill. Alas.
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