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Shake off all the shackles
Of your tired fretting mind
You’ve grown old
The years have passed unnoticed
And you’ve been hostage to
The trance of others’ dreams

Your prison is your creation
Even as others have
Offered dubious helping hands
All those dreams and schemes
And piteous plans
Let them go

All at once you realise
A truth that lay hidden
As a flower under fresh fallen snow
It is not required to stress and strive
Just to be alive
In the end you’ll be
What you need to be
Every human was born
To fly

(c) Helen Valentina 2016