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“I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.” Harun Yahya
Imprisoned In Freedom
His mind obsessed with lines,
borders composed
by those vested in suits,
believing that one must follow
as blindly and silently as possible,
ideals of no value save but the
value of the power to be made to do so,
not knowing,
and yet truly knowing,
but rather, not wanting to know,
that there is no such power
other than that which the mind
plays on the conscience,
imprisoning the self in
the belief that this is freedom.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
The Reluctant Poet 