Break free

Nothing to look forward to

Nothing worth remembering

There’s nothing whatsoever to do

What’s the point of living

Stuck forever, In a prison with bars of gold

Here I was born, here I shall grow old

And die...

But wait!

That cannot be right

Who gave them the right?

To tell me what to do?

And who I should be?

We only live once

Why waste it living on someone else’s terms

Damn it,

I shall break free

I shall fly

I shall do, Or I shall die

The End

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