Freedom, Knocking on my Door

Gentle giant slouching in his familiar corner
Hiding all the indifferences from a crowd of strangers
Chain and ball restricting his existence, born to be a prisoner

Keeping distant, afraid to touch, “for all I touch I endanger”
Slumber unravels at the brink of twilight, living a dream tonight
Unchained, liberated senses flood a world born into despair
Shooting star mesmerizes; wishing with the cosmic falling flare of light

“Time was not meant to waste, nor is finding love a race
The sequence of events should not prevent our imagination
Let the heart lead the feet, doubts and fears we will face
In the end, death is just a door to life’s graduation”


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