what we seem to be isn't what we are.
trapped behind these bars
i could think that what i had felt i took for granted.
but really its what they've planted - into my mind so i wont rewind.
and i can grow so miserably.
the sun i need to see and water to root this tree.
but think logically - we're still in prison with different visions.
our bars just aren't physical, yet.
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