What is this that I feel?
Can't put a label, it seems unreal
It felt new but was old
So I was told

This layer of mine
confuses, excites and draws a new line
I wish to cross it, look what is beyond it
But I am tied, to strings I can't see
The walls stop me

These walls seem high, my wings seem to die
succumb to self-doubt
As I fail to discover
This new land, a new flower.

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