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Over the horizon I watch the sunrise.
I sight a cage where ocean, restful, lies.
For bars I search, but none I find,
and steel girders, they do not bind.
But yet the cage is there, I know
For there is another place to go.
A place where nature thrives in tune,
With song sending sea towards the moon.
Towards a boulder, I boldly stroll,
And up I climb, with ambitious soul.
Although small rock, each step I fight,
To reach the summit, of modest height.
As I grasp and grapple, my anger drives,
me towards the sky, my freedom strives.
Through the clouds, hail starts to rain.
I shall not make conquest without the pain.
But yet the rock I conquer, still.
The boulders' cracks, the heavens fill.
And stand tall I, close to nature's side,
Still knowing there are faults I hide.
One day I know I shall find a way,
To that gloried place where I'll lay my grave.
But I shall not leave, until I complete,
The dance that moves to the oceans' beat.
By Chris Behrsin
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