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Men running over boundaries,
Though only lands,
Women fighting for rights,
Inherently in their hands
I have a vision,
I had one, years ago
Years ago, sublime
Monday weren’t week long missions
Years ago, when I was a child
The moon followed my trails, no boundaries
Destinations became by products
Of journeys yet be uncovered, languidly
Lost with stars and dust, in counter of our evolution
It was easier to understand
When I was a child
Untethered ideas floating across
Like patterns of the Milky Way
Silenced were the legends
Leaders murdering thoughts abruptly
Untold mystics of life, it’s living, just ends,
Contained chaos, with war, no peace remotely
Been made to forget, structures of glue and tar
I am conditioned, I am shackled
Men run through lands, of boundaries and bars
Distorted rights are just fading away in fights
Amnestic of a vision, I had once
On a mission now, and dead child
I am dead now
I have died
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