Is it worth the chase?
Or perhaps another vanity dream they praise
People ask, as they wonder,
"Will it lead us to win this race?"
From the tiniest of seeds, they are sown
To the fairest of trees they have grown
Knowledge to earn, knowledge to impart
One's existence made void by missing such part.
As one lonely traveller, there I stood
Before a long, diverging road
Chose the path taken by the wise
And there I knew freedom...
Looking up to the cloudless blue sky I whispered,
"Vanished are my chains, gone are my ties".
-Zephyr
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When Rhymes Speak
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