shadows in light do we behave.
only the slave can be enslaved
its an allegory in a cave,
the wretched soul can not be saved,
less understanding —
death’s life knows no grave.
all that I am and hope to be
is not a part of what i see.
fear is ultimately disbelief,
that I am master of my grief.
fate is not preordained,
nor reside in alien names.
dreams are things not in vain
but sublime visions to be claimed.
by K. Osei
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