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You made a cage out of your rules and your ideals. You picked me up and you locked me in it. I’m caged. I’m slaved. And I’m lost. BUT You can cage my body, not my thoughts. You can dictate my actions, but you can’t manipulate my mind. You can exert harass my body, but you can’t compel my soul. Your cage can’t tame this free spirit. Your cage is too small for these huge wings. So, I will break free and fly into the open. And I will Fly high as high my dreams go. And before you know, I would already be flying way high for you to reach. Finally, the cage is broken. I’m free. I’m alive. And I’m Un-Caged
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
UnCaged.
*Blink I fall, I knew eventually I would fall. But I didn’t want to, at least not now. I may say I don’t ‘give a f about what society thinks about me.’ But deep down, I seek for attention. I want validation. I want respect. I want to be accepted and loved, And looked upon. But this is tough. I don’t know how long, I can do this. Sadly, we are taught this is the only ‘Way’. Because success is never defined by you. The society defines your success. You are a pawn. The game, your moves, the result, everything Is set by them. *blink I’m in a state of dilemma One preaches, ‘These minuscule bits of time Which are smaller than a molecule in The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe. Can’t determine your entire future. Nor can the society. Your success, your happiness Is defined by you, not them.’ The other reminds me, that your success is defined by the society you live in. And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success. And defying them Is losing your Status, love, fame, acknowledgement, And you can’t afford that. *blink However, hypocritical I might sound, I’m forced to choose the second. But every passing second I live with the guilt of never Choosing the other road. Cause the road not taken, was perhaps the road I was to take. *blink Focus, time is slipping away. So, I stop contemplating and work mechanically. Finally, it is over. A sigh of relief. But unfortunately, this is not the end. Once you let yourself in to this system. Then you are lost to it. You are consumed by it you are enslaved. *Hush Take rest for now. Because you are trapped, They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’, And you can’t turn back. *blink Eyes shut. Pen drops. -Blank-
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
*Blink.
*Blink I fall, I knew eventually I would fall. But I didn’t want to, at least not now. I may say I don’t ‘give a f about what society thinks about me.’ But deep down, I seek for attention. I want validation. I want respect. I want to be accepted and loved, And looked upon. But this is tough. I don’t know how long, I can do this. Sadly, we are taught this is the only ‘Way’. Because success is never defined by you. The society defines your success. You are a pawn. The game, your moves, the result, everything Is set by them. *blink I’m in a state of dilemma One preaches, ‘These minuscule bits of time Which are smaller than a molecule in The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe. Can’t determine your entire future. Nor can the society. Your success, your happiness Is defined by you, not them.’ The other reminds me, that your success is defined by the society you live in. And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success. And defying them Is losing your Status, love, fame, acknowledgement, And you can’t afford that. *blink However, hypocritical I might sound, I’m forced to choose the second. But every passing second I live with the guilt of never Choosing the other road. Cause the road not taken, was perhaps the road I was to take. *blink Focus, time is slipping away. So, I stop contemplating and work mechanically. Finally, it is over. A sigh of relief. But unfortunately, this is not the end. Once you let yourself in to this system. Then you are lost to it. You are consumed by it you are enslaved. *Hush Take rest for now. Because you are trapped, They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’, And you can’t turn back. *blink Eyes shut. Pen drops. -Blank-
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