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I bade goodbye to Security a long time ago,

   summoned to ride shotgun with the Unknown,

   in a convertible sans seatbelt or airbag,

   all teddy bears & lucky charms taken away,

   until only my prayer beads were left
Nonchalant a glance back, voir ne plus ultra,

   clearly seeing, not with false bravado

   but with elysian eyes, the perfection of my journey

   through Hell

I will toss these rose-coloured glasses away