I refuse to be by-gone
Archaic
Lost in history
Forgiven in memory
Lamented and forgotten
Obsolete an idea
Thought by passed
I shall rise again
Unshackled
Alive
And snatch away
My dreams
From fate’s cruel hands
Reverberate with joy
Disheveled fervour
Shall see the end
The beginning of all
As I am the multitude
Within and also
The connect divine
I am …………….Just me!
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