Is Freedom A Lie?

February 10, 2016

We stare through the window
Each we call our own
We punch the glass to escape, our only cluttered home
Breaking only ourselves along the way
The walls cave in and here 
We will not stay
As our home sways even a little
As our trapped life seems only a riddle
We look around the walls and ignore the cracked glass
We look around to a door, one we cannot see past
Get up, you do
Run towards the door
It is the way to choice
It is the way to so much more
We are now free
Free from ourselves and who we thought we'd be
We are now outside
Surrounded by many, but alone inside
Is freedom a lie
For back home is where we only see
And through the door and back, we'll only
Ever be
And so we go
Back to sleep




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