Of the eternal quest for the impossible
Of some semblance of its silhouette in the horizon.
Of a threshold for tolerance to stupidity
Of people doing their best to cross it.
Of an utter distaste for mediocrity
Of having to suffer it every single day.
Of a prisoner's freedom
Of her cognition of that freedom.
Of relief, just plain old relief.
Some life, this.
Of some semblance of its silhouette in the horizon.
Of a threshold for tolerance to stupidity
Of people doing their best to cross it.
Of an utter distaste for mediocrity
Of having to suffer it every single day.
Of a prisoner's freedom
Of her cognition of that freedom.
Of relief, just plain old relief.
Some life, this.
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