the desire
deep inside
to overthrow your own government
to allow your emotions to be slave
no more
to the commandments dictated
albeit belligerently so
by barking dogs
fit not for oversight
but more for intimidation
you've lived
as they showed you
you've accepted
as they advised you
you found yourself
in their image
the quest for acceptance is a road forgotten by those in charge of repairs
when the guardians leave their post
leave the experiences up to us
will you welcome the nectar of insanity
will you succumb to the desire of beauty
you have
what you have
but you have not relaxed enough to slip from the shackles
a gale force wind brings an alertness of biblical proportions
the warrior becomes the teacher as well as the student
pieces fall into sequences which have been attempted many times before
the fun and excitement in hiding and pretending has blown out its last candle
the flames of reluctance can not be rekindled
pushing the hair from my eyes
i
see
you
rise
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