Sitting in time watching it flow by me.
Learning what is important by the omens I see.
Getting lost in the moment, Moving past my needs.
Living for the present, I have planted the seed.
The clock once made me it’s prisoner, now I am freed.
Breathing in Adventure no need to take heed.
With my eyes to the heavens, hands raised, deep I breathe.
And I scream to the darkness, never again will I feed.
-XZanthia
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