Thoughts of freedom enter the open field.
I'm safe from harm; I'm alone at last.
What sound is that? A bee's journey has begun,
Why is it alone, like me? It shouldn't be.
Never can I get away; the truth finds me.
I try to stay in one place, but I'm thrown out.
The bee wanders on as do I, for here,
Is the bee, away from its home, trying to find its place.
Its home calls to it, I answer the call.
The bee turns to me. Sting! It rushes to find its way back
It's fear is gone. It is gone.
I hurt a little, but I continue on my way
I find myself lost in the expectations
Until I look back. My home is still there.
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