Removing the Blindfold

I will go before the dawn and find my way to death,

Seeking out my fate, my escape, to lay my soul to rest.

My weary spirit clings on with weakening limbs,

Climbing a mountain that can not be seen, from my mind it stems.

Reaching for the top, I can almost see the peak,

But as I look down, I see I've passed up what I seek.

They blinded me with the vision of more.

Now I see. Let the blindfold fall to the floor.

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This I wrote a while back. Not sure when, can't even remember why I wrote it.