Uncertain moments

Were tears a flute playing sad tunes,
my eyes would be the masters hand

Were fears a futile play of sweet song,
my hands would be reeds against wind

Were cares a feeling of great guilt,
my heart would be a caged bird

Were dares a repeat of failure,
My mind would be a bootstrap

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