Sometimes,
the wind gets too much,
so we lock our freedom in a bottle,
hoping one day it will grow and break free,
hoping we'll be ready for it.
Sometimes,
freedom binds us,..
chained to the need of maintaining it ..,
we clip our own wings.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
Sometimes,
the wind gets too much,
so we lock our freedom in a bottle,
hoping one day it will grow and break free,
hoping we'll be ready for it.
Sometimes,
freedom binds us,..
chained to the need of maintaining it ..,
we clip our own wings.
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