Is this it?
There it is!
The box where it was hidden,
Ursula didn’t steal it.
This is my choice, this is my voice.
So master of my own will,
I breathe, once.
I breathe, twice.
Is this freedom?
Is this freedom?
Is this freedom?
Yes, this is freedom—
My chains have snapped.
I look left, I look right.
I jump in, never going back.
I fly, I fly and I fly!
I turn left, I turn right,
No wait, I turn back.
Who is that, looking in?
Youthful skin from the past,
A worried face, sorrowed eyes.
So master of my own will,
I think, once.
I think, twice.
And yes, this is it.
Posted Jul 27, 2026, 7:09 AM UTC
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