Tasks of
endless boredom,
No joy they
bring my soul,
Mind is set
on freedom,
And things
that makes me whole.
Outside the
world turns,
I sit and
watch with awe,
The passion
inside burns,
It itches
me like hay.
But
thoughts of the future,
Harmonize
my mind,
Prey like a
vulture,
For times
unconfined.
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