My own free will
Within every confinment that makes out our lives,
we are given the idea of our own sense of trajectory.
Our vunlerability remains strong yet it keeps us in tact
as humanity calls for us to be aware of its emotional depths.
Constrained and afraid, yet unwilling to give up,
we live to be fully aware of who we are in that single moment.
Confusion is laced within us, but the certain set of ideals
we choose to use will help us find any sense of worth for our own sense of purpose.
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