m y t h - III

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I. Past

Once I was afraid to speak,
awake in dreams,
and silent in my joy

II. Present

Now I'm here and
that joy is wide open,
sadness is forgotten and
quietness comes from
knowing who I am.

III. Future

Soon I will be
walking tightropes with eyes closed,
opening doors I carved from stone
and smoothing wings of angels.

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