Fleeting Freedom And Sacred Dreams.
I can look back upon a happy young boy.
Who held great respect for his elders.
But also a sense of unrestrained love and joy.
One day with news of my destined descendacy.
My life began to unravel before my eyes.
My freedom commencing to flee.
Eavsdropping lead to me act selfishly.
I ran to guard my self-respect.
It was all for me yet it involved total neglect.
The definition of normalcy for me changed it's course.
With the coming and going of one-hundred years.
Hundreds of tears,thousands of corpses.
Life and death was set before me all too quick.
And yet I tried to make my life as fun as possible.
Every new day was either good forunate or a scarring trick.
After my bison was taken from me.
I knew I could not longer stay the same old Aang.
He was someone I could no longer see.
As I lay here semi-asleep.
My breathing shallow.
Yet my will to live and help those in need is deep.
I am aware that my cherished and ruptured memories aren't meeting.
Are disconnecting at the seams.
My dream is fleeting.
As are my sacred dreams.