Chained to the world,
Each person a copy of another.
Why is it that we are all born originals,
But most of us die copies?
Each link welded to another,
No entrance, no escape.
Metal to metal, locked inside,
Escape isn’t easy, even for those who have tried.
What if one were to break?
And one were to get free,
Would the world change?
Would there be a domino effect,
With each link breaking free?
Escaping from their captor,
Turning back into there original self.
If each link broke loose,
Would the world be set free?
If people knew who they really were,
Would the world be set free?
If terror were not engraved in there hearts,
Would the world be set free?
Would the world be set free?
Chained to the world,
Each person a copy of another.
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Written December 20th, 2005
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Ah! thank you!!! I am happy you enjoyed it. And happy you commented on it as well... i was getting worried there for a sec that it didnt protray what i was trying to tell people.
Clem -
Wow... this was such a deep poem. Powerful, as well. At the beginning of this poem, I felt myself thinking, "cliche cliche cliche" but reading just a little more, and until the end, I realized how unique this poem really was.
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Deep and very thought-provoking!
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This is incredible! I cannot believe you haven't had comments on such a piece of work! I'm gonna feature it...love your style...
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