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I can't stand it anymore, feels like a trap, a damp and forgotten dungeon, a heavily darkened catacomb, in which my chains rattle as I, in blind desperation, struggle to break free, lured and tempted by all that glory awaiting out there, where the sun is majestically shining and the gardens are blooming with a thousand and one myriad colored-flowers, for both the hummingbird and the strolling lovers to enjoy and be part of...
A dreamer, I lose myself in tomorrow's possibilities, a dozen fantasies, slipping carelessly through, and over, the well-trodden trails of my own consciousnesses, unhinged and untethered, unyielding to the constraints of caution and good judgment. Let them lead me astray. Maybe I'll learn and grow in the process. Or maybe not, for it could as well be the path to my own fall and demise... Yet, when judgment is bestowed, and Fate is at the door to claim its dues and settle the scores, I shall have no regrets, for I would have danced and moved according to my deepest and truest song, to the beat of my passion-flooded heart, from now to the very end, one step at time, one word at a time, love my only aim, always and as long as I can remember...