Is it, or is it not,
this weight upon my mind —
these chains of expectation
that tether me to time?
Is it, or is it not,
the whispers of the past,
the duties and the norms
that bind me in their clasp?
To break, or not to break,
from all that’s deemed as right;
to wander through the shadows,
to flee into the night.
Is it, or is it not,
the call of distant dreams —
the urge to leave the structure,
to tear apart the seams?
To live, or not to live,
in patterns so confined;
to seek a path less travelled,
to free the heart and mind.
Is it, or is it not,
a question that divides —
the longing for the open,
the fear of shifting tides?
Yet somewhere in the silence,
a voice begins to sing —
a melody of freedom,
a flight on unbound wings.
To break is to discover,
to cast off all we’ve known,
to walk into the future,
uncharted, and alone.
Is it, or is it not,
the courage we must find —
to loosen all the bindings,
and leave it all behind?
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