take the streets

I was free then.

For the first time.

The streets, roads, pavements,

they belonged to me,

And I to them.

I motioned the way

the earth would spin,

but I was not in complete control

and suffering was there, too.

It was my own.

And it belonged to me.

And from its firm grip,

I pry fear from its fingers.

And I reclaim the darkness.

It is my own.

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