Every morning the sunlight falls upon me
With each whisper from the soft breeze
Reminding me of everything a loner can be;
After every night comes the freeze
I feel bonded and sometimes feel free
But a frown on my face after my sneeze
As I gaze upon every kind of tree
Across my path to the earthly beings
Am reminded that choices are less than three;
I try hard to think less of these things
For my mind is getting to brim of contain
Many princes working hard to be kings;
To the left and right, your looks are uncertain
What you only need is to forge alone
For your mind to bare your own complain
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