Dichotomy

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I envy the fair wind as it sweetly caresses my face,

I harken to the warmth of the sunlight for days.

A meadow, a river, books and clear blue skies,

Tranquil, silent, murmurs of nature

For truth: There my heart lies.

You can speak your words of money and fame,

But surely those are only momentary gain.

I crave a better feel for truth,

Only I scream to be set loose.

Free from your chains of expectation.

I claw and grasp and plead in desperation!

Hear my words, as I speak them now:

I may be naught but a child, someone you see solely as infantile,

But as sure as one day you'll be gone, the anger

The passion that burns in the deepest parts of my chest,

There, and evermore there, will my determination live on.

Only so far will these words take me,

A river calms and provides the clarity,

But just as sure as I live and breathe, I will no longer quietly seethe!

Hold my chains and yank them as you may, I will never stop fighting,

No. That will never change.