One more Try
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One More Try
(Freestyle)
I was a wandering wonder,
carefree and reckless.
No care for my own safety,
afterall it’s kill or be killed in the Undercity
I overworked myself endlessly,
it seemed there was no hope for me in the end.
I was just a smudge on a beautiful drawing,
cast out and unwanted.
Living like this for many years takes a toll,
though it seems I learned that too late.
I may have been saved, but I’m no miracle.
I guess I didn’t realize that back then.
Being free for the first time in a long time was a breath of fresh air.
Though I never realized that I wasn’t free,
there was no way to escape the mess I had created.
All I could do was live in the moment.
If only I could one more try..