And I am plagued by imaginings unknown to me;
I raise my voice in order to be heard, but alas!
I cause the sudden flight of a black bird.
I am not what I imagine myself to be.
Then, who am I? A princess? A pauper?
Fear of failure for what I'm not numbs me
And I am not what I imagine myself to be.
As surely as the sun rises each day
I vow to succeed and have a victorious day,
To fill it with not blank walls but currency for the soul
And then I imagine I can creep out of the hole.
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