just stop...
to step outside and see what's inside,
everything in seems to be manmade.
born as an empty vessel,
boarded with dirt.
was I curious for it? or was I fed forcefully?
it's a wonderland outside,
what am I doing here?
sometimes I just float out.
there are times when I have to dig my way.
but everytime, I am dragged back by a strong current,
a current that holds me tight, a current that imprisons me
a current that would never let go, nor can I let go of her fully.
a release would be most welcome.
it is but, a dream..
developed roots through eons are hard to dig out.
it has a hold on the world like a pitchers grasp on a ball.
a weak lever breaks trying to pry the world free,
a union of strong levers is what we need
it is but, just a dream
woken out by forces unknown,
and thrown in by reasons that will never be my own.
through weaves elaborately woven
I shall swim through to your haven
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