Is really boundless,
And it is truly omnipotent,
With focus.
You have a world made entirely,
Of the perceptions you give to it,
And though it seems to have little give,
The trick is not to try to manipulate.
You must just bend and shape yourself to its form,
Like a free-runner through a small hole.
Nothing's in your way, you're just hung up on the thought,
That a passage must look more official.
And it's alright,
If sometimes you have to go around,
That's just another kind of passageway,
That otherwise you may never have found.
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