There has been much time
Placed between then and now
And in this space
Flowers have grown
A path has been built
It encourages me to travel
As the flowers whisper,
"Your travels are beautiful
Your journey true
For you've finally become
The truest sense of you"
I travel freely
With no pain to bind
Because I finally have found
Some peace of mind
And all of the sorrow
That came from this time
Was not my reality
It was built by a mind
A mind I had built
with someone else's hands
A reality dreamt
From someone else's plans
I know have my own
Built on yellow and blue
And all the new things
In various hues
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