To be...
But free...
At what price to be paid
For such whimsical thoughts indeed.
You reach for my legs
Limbs spent just to hold me down
If but for a second more,
to be tied to this place forevermore.
You bear down on my shoulders,
As if to keep me down,
But if to just let go for a seconds release,
And give pause to those things of mind.
Ah to be...
But free...
The more I struggle the more I see,
That I am fighting all that's me.
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