I've thrown myself away to hopes a way for dreams
To shape me I'll have no compromise.
Have no feelings, cravings put aside for my idealistic foolishness.
Complacency is yet unknown,
In reach only disdain,
The real face of truth.
Achievement is my loss.
Even if I will stand on my last leg
I can still endure it, but to what end?
If dreams no longer sustain what I am?
Must I be born anew and free from my pain?
The ropes woven resemble my frailty,
Ill have to burn myself through them,
Sever ties to all that was self.
I need to cast away the dream
And this time faithfully renounce
The thoughts which sustained
The scaffold of this reality.
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