O, to live a humble life
A life that fortune cannot pawn
Beyond the twisted fallacies
Of hoodwinked fools with egos torn.
To walk where fleeting ravens caw
In pastures free of mankind’s sting
To live each day considerately
Beside my muse, the feral wind.
To seek out life’s philosophy
Without a pre-recorded script
Below a pool of glistening stars
I’ll be the master of my ship.
To meekly live beyond
The countless burdens of society
Upon a solitary path
Regardless of propriety.
Life vexes me to comprehend
Why liberty is steeply priced
I long to claim what is my right
To answer to no Lord or Sire.
To sense what is invisible
To confront false realities
To live each day, remembering
It is my birthright to be free.
Society may pity me
Though I seek nothing more than bliss
Is it too hard to recognise
A phoenix rising from the depths?
With open eyes, I’ll spread my wings
And flee the flames of wretchedness
Upon my path, I shall withhold
The key to my own happiness.
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