A Life That is My Own

My future has been planned for me,

and I must follow blindly. 

Will I seize my freedom with force,

or walk the easy course?

It's easy to accept my fate, 

but I'll carry the weight

of having burdening regrets;

nescient of how life gets. 

I'll procliam this to be my vow:

I'll make a choice right now. 

To live authentic to the bone-

a life that is my own. 

This idea is what keeps me going:

seeing freedom flowing;

living life in full earnestness.

Now, at last, life is bliss. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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