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nothing makes sense white pages
swirling away
a movie
with no words just imagine the story
a play be play
which you create
yet this freedom so different
it cannot possible be real
those outlines
keeping the world on a balance
they were merely suggestions
yet we ate them up
and now what?
the minute the chains are gone
we stand
and
look around
what is this freedom what does it do?
we ponder till its too late
we end up back in a cell contained in our minds
knowing our safety is planned out
until we break free again
and return to that same cell
a vicious cycle is it not?

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar, ALOT of grammar and bear with me haven't written in over half a year so yeaaa a biiiiiit rusty :)