only to be mastered by few
who knew all along, knew
things they had to do
and give up.
These heroes walk among us, slumbering
in a deep sleep, waiting for
the call of her voice
to blossom out of darkest silence.
Armed with a mind.
Like puppets they dance in
their dreams, their impenetrable sleep, so
weak and at God's mercy,
just waiting.
We all can, we all may
do things our own personal way.
Take the risk and you'll be rewarded
one day.
Or so they say
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