Liberated
It’s not too late to break out of your shell,
To strip away the act and live for real,
It’s time to leave that perpetual Hell,
Seek liberation from that fear you feel.
You must know that no humans are flawless;
We can only live with imperfection.
This life that we live is short and lawless,
We all search for a sense of direction.
Cast away from the comfort of the shore,
Drift through this complex and turbulent sea,
Finding adventure and lusting for more,
Reveling in how it feels to be free.
The first voyage is always the hardest,
But it won’t be the last in life’s long quest.
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