Freedom.
A word that *can* mean so much,
But has limits.
Restrictions.
Described as being seen as blessed and free,
The cages and chains are all we (I) notice.
For they shield our eyes,
Cover our ears,
They make us feel isolated,
Trying to see our mouths to prevent the truth.
A truth that had tried to escape time and time again,
For they are a score of the power it holds,
They live in fear that our truth will be known.
That they will lose the power that was never theirs, to begin with.
So they try and make themselves seem more powerful.
With the limitations. Regulations.
The freedom that is described to *then* is nothing like the truth,
What lies in the true "freedom" is the power trying to control.
Freedom.
A word that we (I) wish *could* mean so much.
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