If you never gave yourself room to breathe
You would suffer from the lack of belief
For we all desire to please
Now where you draw
your source from is key
For I seek a precious leaf
dipped in a fine layer of gold
This is as fine strung as it comes
Destiny ticks, my life is a battle
Mapped out, planned, already won
I know my worth come not from my deeds
My life’s unraveled through the room to be me
Untethered and free, though all consumed by
your supple creed, a fluid design of history
Enclosed by your seal and mystery

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