a tidal wave of pressure
an exasperated breath
heart pounding
swift realization
my soul has been stirred
the slumbering giant awakens
yearning for fulfilment
a desire to thrive
to exceed expectations
a child's dream realized
he escaped the concrete
the cars, noise, and bedlam
flying over the hills
away from smog
into the fire
his soul aflame
as a phoenix reborn
westward he must go
destiny beckons louder
mountains appear below
he has done it
he is here
the child who dreamed
of White peaks and valleys
of rivers and trees
beholden to no-one
nature lives here
and so does he
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