Before, walls enclosed me ,
All I could see was a corridor
Lacking in doors and intersections,
My sight was hindered by blinkers.

But I have grown,
The blinkers could not,
They I disown,
They snapped of strain,
Unleashing a world of options
Now nothing seems plain,
I see doors and halls
Leading from my once simple life,
I can choose what I want to do,
I can choose whether it succeeds or falls
I have my own free will,
To be or good or bad is an option,
The answer being as clear as a lone tree on a hill
I will obey and stay true,
Decisions I’ve made
And none yet I rue,
And decisions I shall make,
Anxiety is for society
And at my time in life
Worry is but slurry

The End

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