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The feeling of freedom.

All of your strengths and weaknesses.

All of your fears and dissapointments

scatterd in an organized compositon.

To some a piercing inhale.

To others a freeing exhale.

The rise and the fall.

A swift enlightenment to a slow ponder.

Exhiliration flowing trough ones viens

poisioning the influence of society

for better or for worse.

Surrounded, it encompasses the key

to the fusion of humanity

It can change ones vews,

bring happiness,

and cause a spirit to

escape the shackles

binding  closed mind.

It is Art.

It is what I wish to produce.

It is what makes the world mine.

It is simple but yet complex.

It does not wish to be abandoned.

Creating it is the job for me.