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27 October 2002, Sunday

What once I'd seen before me,
Now falls far behind--
All the things I'd pondered strongly,
Now basic knowledge buried in my mind.
No boundaries, no barriers now:
I'm as free as I can get.
Of all the places I could go,
Here and here is where I've chosen; except,
I don't feel that I fit right in
With friends and colleagues--and time itself.
But I already know what's missing:
Courage just to be myself.
So, all those times I'll feel that I am locked inside a vault--
Wherever it is--whenever it is--I'll know that it's my fault.