Drift Tide
The futures so wide
thru a past so narrow
i am the opening of...
I was adrift in high tide
now the waters shallow
I am stepping up.
A state defined by time
thru sacrifice I perceive
all I have been given...
to no longer look behind
to know nothing comes free
a unique brand of wisdom.
This weapon of mine
knowledge is power
I take it off the shelf...
please open my mind
may my enemies cower
defend me from myself-
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