
Looking for escape
From this rigid place
Impossible to go
Let alone evade
There is no door
Nor has there ever been
To think for myself
Would just be obscene
Trapped by all decisions
Weighing ball and chain
Never have enough
It has always been my bane
The air is now choking
Oxygen becomes gas
As I seek an exit
This sad story alas
My one last ounce of control
To make my own choice
To be a courageous coward
To for once have a voice
.
It’s a challenging passage, one that we all desire and continually experience.
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Too true
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