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I hold my breath to walk two steps slow,
Trying to feel each soft touch of grass on my sole.
Keep my eyes shut to let my naive mind be alive,
Too scared to skip the dubious whip of life.
I tell myself laughing amusingly,
It will inevitably end someday knowingly.
Yet, I aim to exist and exist to feel,
Two more steps that might get pain with no heal.
Four more steps and the grass feels damp no more,
Feels like a stone cold floor pinching my core.
Clouded with thoughts that my eyes wish to forbid,
To seek a world of freedom that has my life on bid.
I take another step to see what looks like the sun,
Hoping its still shining like a ravishing gold bun.
And something struck a thump on my forehead so hard,
I shrunk my lids to get rid of the numbness jar.
I opened my eyes to a gleaming glass ball,
Gleaming gold but not as gold after all.
I live this dream over and over every night,
To make a hopeful living in a room with 5 steps of life.