Master of My Universe
As a child, I was the master of my universe. Everything was possible. All I had to do was reach out my hand.
Nowadays, many years later, I feel like the slave of someone else’s universe.
But sometimes, I can feel how my hand is reaching out to something intangible to break those bonds; and be the master of my universe once more.
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