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To some it is free
A blessing for granted
No notice is taken
As is lived in ignorance

But here, within my black filled walls
I can merely watch, behind closed doors
They breath it in to basic function
And dismiss it in all thoughts

While I lie trapped
Feeling stifled and breathless
Frozen with fear
A want to take hold
To break free from restraints

I can only dream now, of a distant time
When the mind will unlock
And I make my entrance to normality
To take what I, and all, are due

But some will never know of me
For they are not aware
As I hide away, here on my own

But now I wait in eager awe
My eyes do not lie
For I can see the breeze
Even if I cannot feel its gentle flow
Air through my fingers, hair and toes
Its swirling passage
Just out of reach

My time will come, for I am sure
When I can soar up above
To dance free in its midst
I try hard each day, I really do
To change my dark thoughts
Not to let it rule my soul

Fresh air and awakening
I can see it all now
Light from this emptiness
Its calling me near
Silent and steady
A continuous hum

So I patiently await
Prepared and packed
For my time to come
Then I shall set sail
To ride a crest upon its waves

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