For this is now my only destiny,
to hourly await the rusty bullet
thundering over two rusty rails
Waiting the hours of liberty and
contouring my imagination of
everything beyond these walls
Anticipation turns into a tremor,
feet boarding a journey unknown
in captivity of a child-like ardour
For this is now my only destiny,
to recall these hours of liberty
within these unforgiving walls.
['Hours of Liberty' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
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