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New day

The start of new day
Full of hope and promise

Hope and promise? Who starts the day with hope? What promise does this day offer?

The oppressive weight of being? Or the opportunity to escape?

Escape is easy, if only an illusion, it's the journey to a new reality which is tough.

Does he know there is a new reality awaiting him?

Or will it take him thirty years to see?

And what strength will he have to fight?

It's my job to show him how to find his way.
To let him know that he IS ok.

Normal is a relative word it's meaning stretched to their limits
Is anyone normal today?

He has the power, he has the smarts
He needs direction and self awareness

I need to push but just enough
I need to follow through so he can see

He's strong enough to lead but when the time comes
He needs to be humble enough to be followed.
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