He steps over the cracks
that seperates
his misfortune
making his way
to test the ground
leaning on his instincts
every angle
every turn
time stares him in the face
his ambitions he will chase
he seeks his flavor
to create
a fate that suffocates
ignites
the inner circle
within the family tree
seizing what will remain
when the sun tilts his way
spreading his wings
his aspirations sings
whipping his appetite
beams
to lucid dreams
he flies high
with his new Regime
©morningsun
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