Now the folly was revealed, the game played out.
Moving lips mimicked motion, syllables that sang of doubt,
Gone the dance of delusion, silenced by the light.
How bright the honest self does shine, unhindered by the night.
The freedom comes in letting go, Sailing on your own.
Full mast trimmed and neatly fit, bound for ports as yet unknown..
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