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May 2014
Is there a way to describe the hopes I've seen
The thoughts I have felt
The dreams I've dreamed?
In a simple way
a thought can be collapsed.
Every moment I'm away from the indulgence I die.
Every second I am denied
I wither and plead to a heaven
that I could be free of this
free of anything that could keep me frayed and oppressed
Could we shame the liars?
Could we tame the beasts inside our minds?
Condemning us to a mediocre life,
only to reach full potential if we manage
to bend the rules and have no remorse,
no regrets.
But we need to ask if that is a sacrifice we are able to make.
Or is it a decision that should be left to a god or goddess,
a ruler of sorts.
Somebody you have always wanted to be.
Somebody who wishes they could leave their place,
tired of the adoration. Tired of the smiles and pointless
rules they apply to keep us down.
But they don't expect us to understand.
An addiction to a life of putting down.
An addiction to power.
And all the times they could be held close, forgotten...
they lost their chance.
Feeling Real
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