And we return back to square one:
where windows are grilled and
hierarchy is based on what you wear.
where movements are restricted but
thoughts run wild without restrains.
A square is not a circle.
But yet,
Acts like one.
Things come in full circle.
Life is humorously ironic.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
And we return back to square one:
where windows are grilled and
hierarchy is based on what you wear.
where movements are restricted but
thoughts run wild without restrains.
A square is not a circle.
But yet,
Acts like one.
Things come in full circle.
Life is humorously ironic.
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