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Prison

Prison

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Can things be undone?  

A dream fall. A fall I never saw coming.

No wrong, no righteousness, just the chorus I'd sung

There I found me a life, in this beautiful prison.

Nights look like days, with a light that calls.

What do we crave for? The large blue high?

It could all fit, you know, the life in one lie.

Build, look around and build, is all they say;

Dreamt big on the fundamentals they lay.

Difference is what's similar in all the minds;

Sight is what's different in all the kinds.

What is wrong, the taught or the fought?

The funny side that no one ever thought.

The beggar, the rich; both coincide at one,

All dream and concur, death and none.

How would one see, if never seen the sun;

Never seen the riots, the rain and fun?

How would one hear, the rest they'd have sung?

But still find a right, in this beautiful prison.

 


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