​I saw a man bawling

Burnt, beaten and broken

I stare too long and I become ensnared

Trapped, enslaved by this distorted reflection

I have knowledge of the Universe’s plan for me

I am to be happy, joyous and free

Grant me the strength to be child-like

Innocent, fearless, filled with wonder and inspiration

My life is no longer my own

Thank You
~ S.D.

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