An age has passed in my hibernation.
I sought to grow wise and patient and realize now that was childish thinking.
I've always had a mind for immortal words. Time holds little meaning to me. But I've been roused. My failings laid bare and naked before me.
I praise and yet I wont admit my moments of brilliance.
I believe in the genius of the individual of beauty and courage, of strength and wisdom. Yet have been to self-conscious and have hidden my own.
I've generated a revere of my gifts and in turn resentment.
I've ostracized myself by joking of madness.
I've coddled my loved ones and lamed them.
I sought to walk blindly and stumble upon understanding.
I looked upon fractals as a whole.
I refused to show conviction for my beliefs because I worried of borders.
I've disrespected the brilliance of others by questioning their resilience.
An age of leisure and rest is over.
The blackened nights of dreamless sleep are done with.
I will work, I will dream, I will...
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