_Who am I,_
But the meaningless purpose, set out
To echoes of their tears— dancing their fires
upon each tongue. _Am I wrong wanting not,
to be as equal to parentages?_
What does it mean to be free; to be not
Set to be, or set free in a world, only not to be
Anything it recognizes— for the freer person in
this world, are only but the dead. _So must I,
sacrifice my life, to then feel alive?_
My time each day, is all amalgamation of
Escapeless breath. Oh, isn’t it such a waste to
Be young; for the subtle interest of being ill trained
By the perception of the Owed?
For our youth is truly a debt to those
who train us to be better—
But it’s a lesson not meant to be free,
for when you meet their age, you like them,
feel something is owed.
_“Oh, where is the time, I had invested in you,
The wisdom and guidance my
hand laid upon your head?
For from the full of my flesh, I raised you up,
From being a fool. I had decided your
purpose from what I had seen fit,”_
Enough then said; to ask of you again,
_who am I, who am I then?_
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC
_Who am I,_
But the meaningless purpose, set out
To echoes of their tears— dancing their fires
upon each tongue. _Am I wrong wanting not,
to be as equal to parentages?_
What does it mean to be free; to be not
Set to be, or set free in a world, only not to be
Anything it recognizes— for the freer person in
this world, are only but the dead. _So must I,
sacrifice my life, to then feel alive?_
My time each day, is all amalgamation of
Escapeless breath. Oh, isn’t it such a waste to
Be young; for the subtle interest of being ill trained
By the perception of the Owed?
For our youth is truly a debt to those
who train us to be better—
But it’s a lesson not meant to be free,
for when you meet their age, you like them,
feel something is owed.
_“Oh, where is the time, I had invested in you,
The wisdom and guidance my
hand laid upon your head?
For from the full of my flesh, I raised you up,
From being a fool. I had decided your
purpose from what I had seen fit,”_
Enough then said; to ask of you again,
_who am I, who am I then?_
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