Released from the natural confinement
I came to this world,
No one but, understood
That - I was a free soul.
Filled with the rules of the world
I grew up to see it grow,
Tensions took place of freedom
I was taught not to let it go.
I saw myself again in the confinement
This time the walls were not seen,
I thought twice and sometimes a million times
For the steps I took, this is life and not a dream.
Sometimes I am tired, sometimes bored
The air that helped me breathe,
was beginning to smell different
What is it? I frequently asked myself.
A hope to break-through or
create something new?
Years taught me to measure.
I measured everything
from hopes to dreams.
With the time passing by
I aspired for more...
Till I found myself in confinements again
Only this time to find my hands clean!
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