Be the blank page with a blindfold on
Set high a pedestal
On display in front of an art school.
Sail gently
Over the ocean of change
Find calamity underneath each wave
Feel the sun beating rays of purpose onto your skin
Let it exonerate you of all your sins
Soar freely, through air that you can call your own
Sprout wings, let it carry you,
And breathe.
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