Freedom?
Is there such a thing?
Now start from the begging
No one in this earth is free.
Political freedom to say,believe and act
Well, they are restricted.
If not politically then emotionally
We are imprisoned by our fear
Our faults
Our decisions
Our everything
So fly little bird
Keep flying in that invisible
internal
external
cage
of yours
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