#18 Shackles

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Knees buckle under the stress
Yet you get up and dance
To the tune they decide
Of expectations and hopes
They decide the pace
To which your legs should walk
They decide the space
That becomes your box
You try in vain to break out of
The cardboard box of expectations
It binds you more strongly
Than the shackles of iron

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