Many Worlds Surround Us
My soul is in a bad way
Different worlds are calling me
and pulling me in
different directions
What path to choose?
Can I continue in the
same direction?
Or should I make
an about face?
Only I know the answer to that
Deep within
I will find it
after they scrape away the mold
and barnacles from my soul
Eventually, I will soar like an eagle
And look down with pity
on those stuck on the ground
I will feel the joy of freedom
As it wraps its powerful arms around me
One day in the not - too - distant future
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