I know them ties That bind. The chain necklace noose The invisible leash I never knew How tightly it keeps How riptide-like We're pulled back to Window shopping Outside Myself, without self-help Freedom cries out For what's beyond Outside the window I'm familiar with that pain Intimate with that feeling Of Free To be oneself Yourself being Alive without living Without the chains Necklace noose Your very spirit let loose Was close to that Feeling of Free once I know...
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We are shaped into feral creatures in this wilderness of artifice, cages and boxes, Hearts and minds locked away, dismissed We are pages without fonts or even thoughts, graphics Of our own, uninteresting rocks Heavy yet emptyβ¦ We are made into Other ****** Rather than Our selves / paths chosen for us to be theirsβ¦werk. We are the beautiful shiny toys In cellophane, with Invisible leashes Unused young and new Until age flashes and crashes Replaced by something that looks like Who? Are you still You?--to You?