It propels itself up
to the inky sky,
letting go of the gravity
of situation.
I wish I had the fortitude
to last.
To finish up.
I stay on the road,
crashing through boundary
and convention.
My life doesn't allow
the freedom of not caring.
An open heart is a chain
that forces destiny
to follow the forbidden paths.
This road, none other than
a precipice.
A free fall through
a field of silver;
a blinding burn.
I awake with the razor-intake
of deep breath.
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