Shall you see the sun
When they who are clouds
Attempt to stand above you
And prevent you from being

Shall you know the moon
When only storms fill your night
As uprooted trees crash ‘round you

Shall you hear the truth
When the only voices in the air
Are those spoken by forked tongues

Shall you taste freedom
When you feel only chains on your skin
And open shackles coming for your mind

No, no, no, no

You shall instead walk away
Amused and wiser for having survived
All your illusions that kept you caged
And contemplating all you might never be

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Photo: Rainbow Ocean (Date Unknown)