Rumbling and rumbling
The truth right in front of me
Crumbling and crumbling
The lie I ended up believing
I was only wishing
Nothing I did was actually my decision
Someway somehow I thought I made my own choices
But was my freedom my freedom?
Or was I following a path lay out for me?
For I saw people go out of the obvious paths and get crushed.
Were they being punished for a crime?
Were they punished for being punished for feeling free?
And who is entitled to commit the crime of feeling free and not get punished?
Who is allowed to dream, and act on their dreams without seeing the walls of a cell?
Who is free to walk the entire lengths of their minds and not get suffocated by laws and norms?
Are you free?
Are you being punished for feeling free?
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Poetry~Deep or hollow ~Emotional or emotionless ~Love or hatred ~Today or tomorrow It's your choice