Thought:

Ere my error the air was mine,
To dwell in beauty and divine,
But whence fault came, so my defeat,
Reluctant am I to render life sweet.
My thoughts do flee to realm of sky,
And leaving me unknowing why.
For in my net, my mind, a hole is found,
Allowing thought to soar, while I on ground.
I alone with others' words can catch not my own,
And in my search for my thoughts, fail to strike a truer tone.
Restrict me no more thy foul rules!
Of depredation! Of hindrance! The Devil's tools!
Let him hold me no more to thy ground—
Lift me up high where true thought is found.


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