Fighting for my free in the best way
by being;
I can be omnipotent under dark skies.
I can be some else's foreshadow.
I can be my brand new beginning.
There under clouds of gray,
rests an armor so silver engraved
by light protection,
by passionate resilience,
soaked in repelling liquid.
I am a filter for my future.
Those trying to claw their way through
with hands of tainted power masked as a golden idol;
They are merely strangers to my woes.
My hands are blessed with a power,
a power I've created on my own.
Fighting for my future in the only way I know.
Dreams aren't always second-nature,
but maybe the skills I do I have
can make the stars pull me to the moon even
if it takes a few more years.
The enemies of mine I know
are my thoughts of my ego dragging,
the snow-tipped sled from being pushed forward.
With my legs, I can glide it over oceans.
With my heart, I can ride for centuries.
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