You wake up,

You don't know where you're headed.

It's a time that you understand,

But a time that is the hardest of them all.

The overcoming of life,

Of the depths that it causes.

You soar above them,

Escaping the heavy grasp of the world.

You start off small and unnoticed.

Flying low on the radar.

Advancing through the clouds,

Trying to find your way out of the mist.

Becoming older and wiser,

Creating the flames to allow you to gain altitude.

A phoenix rises from the shadows of the clouds.

Showing a lifelong knowing,

You have been born.


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