Rotting within a shell,
Not ready to bloom out,
Buried deep within,
Unable to push past,
Stuck within a headspace,
Filled with kiosk,clutter and mess,
Becoming weak, desultory,
Just waiting to burst,
Set the Chained mind free.
Waiting to taste the perfect elixir,
And dwell in a far away land,
Beyond this mortal world,
Where everything conflates effortlessly,
Setting myself carefree again,
Raising from the fresh ashes,
And set sail, with my wings on fire,
Fierce than ever, battling my inner self,
Fierce than ever, conquering my inner spirits.

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