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I could be everything I want to be

Set fire to bran in order to set myself free,

And I can desire everything that I see

See myself as a spiritual epitome,

I can run into the future or I could choose to crawl

I could write a thousand poems or just scribble and scrawl,

I can say I love or maybe hate you, all at the same time

I could be aware of suffering or choose to be blind,

All these thoughts, acts and emotions we can choose to feel,

Line them up within our open and free minds

As we live within a life of an ever turning wheel.