Locked Up
The shackles,
the chains that bind.
The links of silk,
and flowers.
Never iron.
They trick you into believing
that you are not a prisoner here.
You are.
A prisoner of your own devices.
You are never going to be free.
Never a drifter on a sea of dreams.
Always locked away in a cage,
no end in sight.
I don’t want that for you.
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