There is always a Way

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my view goes endlessly
it smells like adventure
the road looks innocent
it snakes itself
black and tempting
boundlessly into the horizon
everything seems possible
remembering the old days of freedom
but suddenly
the flash is over
I have to hold my horses
two month of duty
wrong
two month of fulfillment
I’m not sad
there is always a way
freedom arises from a free heart