Ignorant Freedom
My Solitude
Puts me in a mood
that only my imagination can show verisimilitude.
Asking myself if I am chasing a recurring being,
who I can probably be freeing.
I am not kneeing.
The irony
of such tyranny...
makes me go back to the origin of gratitude
so I can fix my attitude.
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