For within my mind

screams of freedom,

among other things—

and to what each waking day,

will surely bring,

breathing in oxygenated channels,

of new opportunities—

especially when it comes to,

creativity—

just circling through and through,

for what must I do,

for what must I choose,

as I step my—

feet out of my shoes,

and onto the ground,

earthing beneath them; as I stare down,

and absorbing the surroundings,

imprinting upon me—

wrestling with further thoughts,

that are secret only to me—

as I keep on—

thinking and firing vast neurons,

as my mind continues,

Circling

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