Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Inconspicuous Manumission

Free at last
Out from under your rule
But now it's worse
A watchful eye
Nothing is sacred anymore
Everything is taboo
Who am I?
No one cares
I traded one life for another
And ended up in the exact same place
Still lost
Stuck on a path
That never seems to end
No signs to guide me on the way
I end up in a forest
Beauty is everywhere
I don't see it
I feel it
Why can't I accept it?

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