Free of Tyranny…

You just sit here

Without the thought of another

Confined in a place

You call your comfort

The space is limited

Still feels abundant

Unmindful of the treasures

That lie ahead

The same monotonousness

You call your routine

Day and night

In which you hide

You look for the truth

Without a clue

Covered by the lies

That you define

But the moment

You open your eyes

Is the moment

You’ll be free

Of tyranny…

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