To fall is to stand forward with a sense of juggled freedoms,
A Path mingled with the voices of a thousand worlds,
Thousands of dreams that wished to be free from the chains,
Can't you feel how they call, how they shake your very soul?
These voices that made you fall, made you realize how it was,
How it used to be freedom without the responsibilities amassed,
Does it feel necessary to let them know how you feel...
How you need to let them know your true intentions...?
So let it be that they follow beside you and not from behind...
Let them know that in front is not the only way out of this hole...
The hole that has forsaken many men, a pit of unimaginable terrors,
Don't let it pull you under, let it be the footstool that keeps you afloat.
The water has risen, and not from anything but from everything...
Oh it has passed your shoes and knees and beyond...do you want this...?
Will you fight for the survival of your very being...to let them truly know,
This is your chance, pull from your chains...rip them away...
Don't let them decide your fate, you are better...no selfless destruction,
You have become the individualistic radiance that no voice can question,
Let the emotions from the legacies of your past families ring loudly,
Don't hamper the emotions close to your encased heart...let it guide you.
Individualism is the enemy of every man's friend...of every egotism,
Let it fall from your white wings of hopeful sovereignty andbaseness,
Float by...don't let the pitfall hamper your existence in an unedifying world,
You are the persona of satisfaction...the guide to the questions of the
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