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I'm ready to let go 
Like that? No
Though, something inside me is ready 
Ridding me steadily of all the regretting
The pointless fretting
Something below
Slowly blowing away the dust that's collecting
Above me 
So unsettling and heavy

It's tough though
Below the weight 
To snuff the stuff that says I mustn't trust
That tells me there's no we or us 
Just me, my stagnant lust and lack of guts
But for what?
I'm more than some suit of armor 
Waiting to rust
I must be 
It's just . . .

I'm left so hungry
Wondering how to let it be
And free the inner me
The he who sees two moves ahead
Or maybe three
Someone who lives and breathes
Not only to dream 
But who's pleased to seize the opportunity
I guess we'll see