The world whirls by
With the time
Running like a flowing waves
But here I am around the chain.
My anxiety grows strong
For freedom without chain
There, I have my will
Narrowed to actualization.
Tell the hole of shackle
If it desires the rain to my pain
Tell it, I care not to be wet
In the wind of cold
Tell the hole of shackle
If it desires the sun to my pain
Tell it, I care not to be scorched
With that pain like ember.
For I am in a race with the time
Which is far ahead beyond sight
While my will is stuck in the lag
In the drain deep from actualization.
©Iyanda
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