The Chains of Our Prison
Every one of us
Has a place where we go
Where we dance, we sing, we love, we fly, we see, we know... we do.
And then we wake up.
And we step into our world where we just stay.
And we move in a tight circle
Never stretching, never growing, never becoming anything new
It is as if... as if...
We are bound.
We are bound by these chains, these hard chains
Created by each one of us
For one another.
We bind our brothers and sisters
We bind by mouth
We bind by eye
We bind by hand
We bind by heart.
Break free?
So few do
Why not us?
Break our own chains
In this prison.
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