Everywhere I look these things exist No matter where you are these things persist Hardly ever noticed and sometimes taken for granted But in very few places are they an antic They donβt squeeze they donβt bind If you are confined by one you are fine Everyone has one believe it or not But you and I are different because we do not While they are stuck with nowhere to go We are free and can only grow With no limits we are freer than free And because of this difference we are happy as can be
I think this is the second or third poem I ever wrote. It's not good at all but I tried being positive because the first one or two were dark. Picture frames were the inspiration to this one.