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As I sit back at watch the world become depraved
I think about the one foot I have in this instagrave
The countless angles, of shoot after shoot
Late night edits, trying to find my proof

That what I captured mattered
That it may mean something when all else is tattered

This step I may take, on the edge of sanity
Stuck with this vertigo and complimentary profanity
Like a video game exit menu asking if I’m sure
If I am ready to abandon all just to begin pure

What if I did do it and in turn make a book?
And all one had to do was just take a look?
To be granted the knowledge to free one’s self
At the cost of having to leave ones wealth

Would it even matter?
Or is this just another literary leaky bladder?

As I stand at the edge and look to the skies
I finally understand why the caged bird cries
To leap is a freedom only one can give oneself
It is a moment of truth, a moment of wealth

It does not matter if its flight or fall
The only thing that matters is that I gave it my all
And for just a moment I knew a dream deferred
One that no longer left me feeling unnerved 

For that moment, I felt the sun on my skin
And for that moment, I knew my kin
I was a child running buck wild
My problems free to walk that green mile

Because finally this sandstorm in my mind
Grinds to a halt and stops in time
A hurricane of ideas in this place of mine
Can finally be touched explored and refined

All I need to do is step
And not worry anymore about those who wept
For today could be like thanksgiving with yams
All I have to do to have it is just delete Instagram

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