Thus,
Began a chapter,
My unwilling self,
For so long,
You have been kept,
And now, I release you,
But do not stray, a far,
Your wings, aren't mighty,
Like another's, steady your will,
It is the self. Not the body,
Be virtuous, be loving,
Be the hero, be the villain,
Be the best and the worst,
After all, in the end,
None of it, matters at all.
Good and bad,
Right and wrong,
North and south,
Black and white,
So fly now, my child,
Soar in the air,
Go forth, o! keen one,
Glide into the clouds,
Witness the world,
The bittersweet journey,
Go out of the cave,
And embrace the sun.
Is being sick bad?