I’m walking through a dense mist of lost time,
lacking reasoning yet still northward bound.
This token heart dark realms while it bleeds,
this shadow! relentless the tormenting of me.

What hallow shall I hear with impatient empty cries,
then shall I live with fear despair! I’m hoping it dies.
Now digging in deep a reservoir of inspired dreams,
yes rising above contemptuous! pessimistic themes.

Oh harken combative pride resolute! ready to fly,
scornful shackles set aside see me now as I glide.
Impulsive and conflicted this weary shadow I see,
I’m restrained this time because that shadow is me.

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