Speed.
Indicators pointing me in the way I should go.
Showing me the way.
Through the patterns in the light and the smoke that dissipates.
I lie in disrepair...
Hoping things could be better.
I'm tired of hoping.
I'm locked in.
I am doing something about it.
Steward well and surrender better.
Yours faithfully,
Warrior.
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