An Aztec Dream

It feels a little new,
To talk of days of old.
I feel so much more free,
These shackles thrown wayside.

I want to locate my words,
They get lost in translation.
To explain my desire,
Is just sucking smoke through a straw.

So much stronger,
In the knowledge I have gained.
You are looking down as if disappointed,
I am looking onward with wide eye.

I no longer crave some approval,
It was false profits that we worshiped.
I want to gaze upon my new moon landing,
And plant a flag upon conquering.
I am Cortez to your ceremony, destroying simple heartfelt beliefs.


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