Running as fast as possible, running away from cages
of life, crushing my essence from without.
Getting out of their embraces, finding ways into
depths of adventurous exploration and discovery.
Frolicking with the energy of youth, looking for love
that once was so pure and innocent.
Loving the exact moments of talented essence coming
into existence of every written word being sent out
to the universe, without any doubts or fears turning
it all around.
Spinning twilight through individual skyways, picking
up tidbits of poetic license, as I go down the
stairways of yesterday that are now leading me into
the sunlight of tomorrow's future, alone, yet
perfectly happy in the beauty of intellect.
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