Once I was smiling in a carefree kind of way,
walking everywhere, with everyone, on every day.
Then I saw a stormcloud which blew me every way,
so now I'm scared of everywhere, every single day.
One day a light did shine to me, to illuminate my say,
I was so brimming, full of joy, to share it in good play.
Yet others heard it not, angry, fettered at my fey,
so now now I've learned a lesson true, that freedom does not pay.
All the same, they turn and cry, before giving me cold mount,
A message sincere and truly dear, isn't given its due count.
I try and try, again to prove, my message's heritage, its pure fount,
yet every time I try again, I'm given the same, and promptly shouldered out.
A mourning hollow, left untouched, will burn and turn out crisp,
and leave him to time, a man unknown, his ideas turned to list.
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