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Feb 25, 2011 16:01

Old Baggage

I'm leaving you behind now

old self

I've thought of bringing you along
on this long journey

the weight of your prejudices 
is too heavy for me to carry
as are your concerns and fears

but fret not old thing
I will cherish the memory of you
and your work of doubt
will undoubtedly
be taken up in force by 
people in their casual cruelty
mentioned in by-the-ways

You are young, old me

But I am not.

No longer.

I don't wish I could have brought you
I don't wish that you are here
I have a beautiful blue horizon
As a traveller with nothing in my pockets
fearing nothing

There be monsters

There be dragons

I will face them with a grin on my face

I shall be the one they fear.

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