You are open.
Free.
With the wind
in your blades
and the melody of the birds
always around you.
Your fingers are home
to the animals of tomorrow
that know nothing more than the
sweet taste of serenity.
Don't be the rip-
The roar.
With metal daggers
in your air
and the clanking of footsteps
on top of you.
Your desires can sprawl
to the beings of pain
that know nothing more than the
limited feel of animosity.
Refuse to be as confined as a sidewalk
When you can be a field of opportunity.
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