Is Freedom A Lie?

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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