The wind keeps pushing me
toward where I’m meant to be.
Yet fear remains, a binding chain,
it grips my will and leaves a stain.
The shore calls gently, speaks my name,
but still I linger, all the same.
One step alone could set me free,
the wind believes far more than me.
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