Dark and bleak, roads leading nowhere, keeping everything
hidden in shadows, afraid to peek out and be shed, singing
songs of industrious thought in moments of time.
Hoping to clear a way into the future without any further
ado, watching, climbing to heights never attained before,
seeing what others never will see.
Always being free to go wherever I want interiorly, no one
can dictate or make rules for me to follow, being alone, a
solitary entity, independent, doing what I need to only.
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