The vision you glorify in your mind,
your greatest achievements favor no time.
An abstract phantom of walking state,
my childhood reasons for love and hate.
Life is a catalyst, a spark in time.
I live by no reason, rhythm or rhyme.
I am the dust pan and you are the mess.
Those monsters in my head, they never rest.
Thought you were the yoda of my life
all full of wisdom, but yet you lie.
What worried me, mastered me.
Your weakness became my strength.
For my trust issues, I have you to thank.
They say anger makes you smaller
while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.
If this remains true, I'll hold back on that growth spurt.
How to state it?
Will I make it?
The worry ends here.
Out of the cage,
Released by the strangling hand of control.
Free to be off on my own.
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