Painting by Karol Bak
Praise and gossip
They do not really matter,
I go on my way.
I have choosen freedom, it
Means a part of loneliness.
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You leave slavery,
You flee to the wilderness.
The call of freedom.
With no fear of the unknown
You are guided by the Light.