Take the chance

I daydream daily 

I know it sounds crazy 

I feel it in my fingertips, in my bones 

Yet so far, so vaguely. 

I’m scared. 

Scared? I mean terrified 

yet I do recognize 

I don’t want to be another clone 

but something inside of me 

continues to drive me 

I soon will be sitting on my throne. 



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