Though the waves of time kept flowing altering every second
I felt trapped like a bird in a cage
like a puppet held by strings in a paper town
every word i utter felt forced,every action controlled
every person i met felt fake
the solitude felt like torture
the reality felt like a crate
i had freedom
but was i ever free?
lying in bed draped by white
my question was finally answered
-k
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Poetry"If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If you're a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!" ― Shel Silverstein 🔹 This is a collecti...
