Yesterday, I was a boy
bound by quitting,
a dying light accepting
his last breath of air,
not caring about a new day,
ready to find my own stone
and dig six feet down.
My own hands have bound
my blinking eyes,
leaving me trapped.
I had the choice to choose,
yet I just sat and blinked,
never making a move.
What was yesterday
must not take today.
Today is the day where
the man binds the boy
bound by quitting.
Today is the day
where I choose
to unbind my hands,
to accept a new life
and face the face
of a man and choose
the breath of life.
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