Born when rebellion was the trend.

Lived with rebellion as my Friend.

Independence is what kept me a live.

Independence is why I died.

Fear was easier then surrender.

I asked "How do I let it go?"

"Hold my hand, trust and the path I will show."

Ah, I can never be done.

I can never think there is not more.

My wretched machine lies in pieces on the floor.

BUT it is still here,still being perfected every day.

I must always RUN but never RUN away.


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