What is it about being first
that paints the picture of a day
That drives the nail
that seals the coffin
to wait for judgement day?
What is the reason for despair
when others go ahead
and leave the first one
feeling filled with dread?
Somehow the boat is missed again
as anchor pulls away
and the first stands silently screaming
watching the tide once more recede
holding life at bay.
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