To the young explorers trapped in the prison of society,
get out there and follow the wind,
follow the flow of the river that lies in your soul.
Set yourself free of those voices
that speak in fear of what they could not know.
Illuminate the heart of those who have only seen darkness.
Their soul grows weary with hope on its death bed.

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