Take the chance
I daydream daily
I know it sounds crazy
I feel it in my fingertips, in my bones
Yet so far, so vaguely.
I’m scared.
Scared? I mean terrified
yet I do recognize
I don’t want to be another clone
but something inside of me
continues to drive me
I soon will be sitting on my throne.
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