Freedom it is said, is nothing more than a word, many people preach it, but more say that it is not heard. There are a few of us locked in our tiny little cell, Are we really locked in? Are we our own living hell? You might lock my body up, but only I can cage my mind, if I allow my thoughts to be trapped inside, then you'll know that I'm in a bind. Because I am forever free and this I surely know, I will walk the streets and my pain will never show. If we let ourselves be free until our dying days, then freedom as we know it will really work both ways. We may walk around outside, seeming as though we are free, when in our tiny little minds, we are locked away for noone else to see. If we really want to be free, we must learn not to run and hide, the first thing we must understand for freedom is we must have peace inside. Once we have accomplished this serenity and we can look ourselves in the face, we can once again be our measly little human selves, and go compete in our personal rat race.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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