Most of the time
We don’t even really know what we want
How is that freedom?
We can have a million choices
and be completely lost
in consciousness
Does all your might keep you stuck?
The love you feel
The awe
Does it set you free?
Do you feel tied up?
A state of mind
A thought
Not being able to let go
Do you get up
Every day
Quiet that voice
That tells you
Stay
In your comfort zone
Like a slave
No need for shackles
Just your brain
Caught up in a routine
Becoming insane
Doing the same all over
And expecting a change
Numb to reality
Asleep to yourself
So how do you break out of this jail?
Against all odds
No sense
Break the rules
Go through the pain
Normal is just a code for dead
To live you have to be brave
So drop your revenge and pride
Hold that hand that’s reaching out
Take a leap out of your grave
Listen to what your soul says
Never know what happens next
Constant thrill driving your senses
But if you stop and revel…
You lost freedom
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