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I’d never allow myself to be swept
By those great winds - no - not a chance
The hurricane howls signs of distress
But I am no fool that falls for the trance
I’d never fall, I’m not like them
But how I wish I was, only once
Achaean fools, I’m just like them
I have their will, but freedom haunts
I know better, but long for less
The wisdom of youth we always forget
I’d open the box here where I stand
But words of Prometheus bind my own hands
Am I the king or am I the coward?
What good are rewards with soul devoured