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 we are or hope to be
is often betrayed by what i see.
fear is ultimately disbelief,
that we are master of our 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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