The last of dreams is elusive.
Flighty and airy I search for your face.
Twists and turns
journeys through life don't pan as expected.
I am not the cartographer. I designed not the
geography. My life was given as a gift.
My birth was blessed by God.
A citizen of a land where liberty I can partake
& pursue my own happiness.
Why is selfishness attributed with seeking
happiness? Adhere to generational principles
& practice what has been done.
Is this life mine own to live? Or will I always be
a child within my ancestor's shadows?
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