I am strangling it.
In my heart and soul,
The thought of it,
The freedom of will.
Tick-Toks on the clocks
With the days and months gone.
I am killing it.
In my mind and work,
The pursuit of dream,
The desire to be the one.
Winds changed the directions
With the old calendars gone.
I have buried it.
In my life and wants,
The consciousness of aspiration,
The joy of hallucination.
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