Part 2

The world spoke 

And promised of adventure and beauty 

And she waited impatiently 

For times of independence 

For times of Liberty 

And when those times came 

She spread her wings and soared into the skies

 in search of the world and its promises 

Then the world laughed and called her poor 

Unfocused, uncollected 

And too late she saw life for what it really was 

Not empty, not ugly, not lies

Just completely linear. 

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