Freedom

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Don’t you too find it quite queer how

It is in those strange moments

When the world will not allow

Either complaints or comments

That you then feel the most free?

When the searing heat crackles

The thick walls that you have built

In your shame at feeling guilt –

These two cold, heavy shackles.

Oh the pain is here to stay,

There will never be more true,

Blinding like the light of day,

Always imposed upon you,

But breathe in and count to three…

Isn’t it in this rough tide

That you may soar the highest?

When only your limbs abide

You, the uninvited guest.

Isn’t it quite peculiar

That the heaviest burdens

Make the whole world a liar

And dark storms, peaceful gardens?

Isn’t it quite queer indeed

That the farther you’re apart

Makes you run so much faster?

Who would ever bear to heed

That the heavier the heart

Makes you fight so much harder?

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“Sometimes harsh limitation is the greatest freedom.” – Unknown artist.

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