The howl for freedom is  preserved

The glass bird can splinter at any moment
The thick leash is obliged by humanity
(Freedom is payed for but not owned.)

Empty. Unsatisfied. Scared. Self consciouss.
The light will manifest on a rich man's golden tooth, not in your heart
The pressure to be someone is killing you inside
The rusting mold tool is worn down
Publicity is the one to blame.

The freedom of our minds
Our soul
Our body
Our heart
Our thoughts

This mini universe inside of us.
Has been scrambled at birth.

We live in a touched world where few are touched
These freedoms are no longer thought of as your own
Self Love is crashing.
Self hatred is green.
What do we own if we don't own ourselves?

Say what you feel; open
Then everything will become free
Don't ever hold back