Not until I was certain
before I was ready
to be taken

Not until the seasons
changed
not until I knew
what it feels like
to not know
non-stop flights
not until I wanted
to find my own religion

Not until I was certain
I was ready
to leave

Not until the nights
became clearer
not until the air
became fresher
not until I became me

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