Broken Mold

I turn
What was that?
A shadow of mine
Or something else?
Perhaps a fleeting fantasy?
No.
I walk forward as I always have
Chasing a fleeting fantasy.
Living my own life
In my own little world.
The lifeless walk beside me
One behind the other
But I run ahead
And away from conformity.
I see the light
Within the darkness
And my dreams form.
Determined, I climb the mountain
And reach for my star
And grasp it tight.
The lifeless have no stars
But I'm not one of them.
I'm me and only me
Strong willed and defiant.
I'm not one of them,
Lifeless and from the same mold.
I created myself and broke my mold
I am a fleeting fantasy.

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