How do you come up with questions so fast?
Don't you need to think
Plan
Anticipate
Preempt
Assume
Guess
Second guess
Reject
Filter
Censor
And if you cross these stages and get it out
Doesn't your heart beat faster
Palm sweat
Voice shake
Face turn red
Don't you feel that fear
Not of anyone
Or anything anyone might say
But of just being wrong
Of letting things out and not being right
Of losing control
Ownership
Of your own thoughts
Will they ring hollow heard out loud
Will they seem shallow hanging in the air
Like young birds pushed out of their nest too early
Will they fall,
A victim to their premature release?
Or will they figure out a way to fly?
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