all I've learned
stands me in no stead
this much is done
but look what lies ahead
every past glory
is another chain holding you down
and all you'll do is add links
unless you break that chain
at its weakest link...
ego...your ego...my ego...
this identity we lock ourselves in
until we slip the shackles
and run like hell through the blue
morning mists of Master's preserve...
every hound of earth in pursuit...
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