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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