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HOW FREE?


Aren’t we like Jell-O, though,

tightly pressed 

into our molds,

forced to become something

beyond our control

 

And it is there,

while we refrigerate

cooled and hardened

and set in our ways,

that we sacrifice

 

our innocence

for the sake of conformity

 

and yet we remain

so firm in our malleability,

living oxymorons,

giving testament to the truth

that we all ought to fear.

 

How free

 

how free

are we really 

in a prefabricated society

and were we ever?

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