Yearning for solitude,

Space to breath,

Unclutter and let free.

Space to journey,

Body and brain,

Unwind that tightly coiled, insane.

Find my feet planted firmly,

Not heavy,

Face relaxed, not stern.

Compassion an emotion at the forefront,

A bite of reality,

Cordially intervening in my existence.

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