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The Reality of Life
In my youth, my wings were strong and tireless
I could travel far and wide
I was uncontrollable and limitless
I ran with gazelles
I hung with monkeys from trees
I slept with wolfs
I lived every moment to its fullest
Nothing held me back
I had no timetable, no set schedule
I did whatever perked my interest
Rules were broken, laws were put to shame
The world was a puppet and I its puppeteer
My wings strong and tireless
But now I am old
I am caged in, ensnared, fixed to the system
I cannot travel past my set boundaries
I diligently follow law and order
Things must be done and planned accordingly
The world is a cold, unforgiving place and
I am just a pawn
I live in fear of failing, of disappointing
I pray that every moment might be my last
I long for a world that once was
When in my youth, my wings were strong and tireless
poem
by
Vincent Fonte
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