Life is Short. So is this book

#47

A poem during Renaissance times in Europe.

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Around me,

I see mighties,
A few sung warriors,
A few proclaimed genuises;
Yet they're bound by mental chains,
Blinded by superstional fanatics.

In such times,
I opened the gates of a door,
A well known path it is,
Yet was abandoned ages ago,
I dared to do which no mortal dares to,

Yes, I dared to dream.