There i lay,
Separated and alone.
Desperate enough,
To call someone my own.
Detached I was,
From my home,
And I now was,
A building without a dome.
Tears trickles down my eyesÂ
And drenched I was in it.
Do I have a choice i wondered,
Other than saying ‘I Quit!’
A gust of wind,
Swept me off,
And on my plight,
I did scoff.
What others think,
Should it bother me?
I thought aloud,
And decided to let the thoughts be.
I am free now,
No strings to hold me back.
It is time to set out,
And make the biases crack.
I will fly high,
And prove myself,
By releasing my dreams,
From the dusty shelf.
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