I am sprung and in it deepened.

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I am sprung and in it deepened.

Nothing much more than,
To be in love with the realization plan.

Knowing is a different stance,
And not knowing makes vigilance.

I am sprung,
With the golden age being sung.

Where it is a choice,
Either to follow the voice,
Or to stroll with the noise.

Whereas before now in the source,
Voice stood as the only force.

That paints the pictured door,
And the reflection on the mirror.

Where living is not free,
And everyone must agree.

But for the emotion in deals,
Its stance must not feel.

As then it is not a free world,
Thus every stance goes with the sword.

Now we are here,
Back to the starting point with more to share.

The known golden age,
Opening from the starting page.

Where living is free,
Just by growing the tree.

And to feel is deep,
Where only emotions peep.

To pick a reality,
That suits serenity.

So I'm sprung at myself,
Using the opportunities found on the shelf.

As it is a free world,
Where everything is not limited to swords.

Looking at the mirror,
And the pictured door.

Is being opened,
And I'm already sprung in it deepened.