Block Doubt

Who knew the truth?

Was a proof required?

He wrote till he got tired.

Doubting himself

Every step of the way,

Every night and day.

Then he got wired

So he could play.

Had no say,

But he was loved

In a weird kind of way.

Do not pass judgement

Lest you pay the bill.

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