Captivation will not be.
Certainly, it is not me.
Inevitably, it will see
the path on which to flee.
Captivation is inside
with nowhere left for it to hide.
Reason has become the guide
to put the grief and lies aside.
Captivation, with no doubt,
will not wait to let it out:
To sit and pout, to stand and shout,
as virtue settles in throughout.
Captivation: Not today.
Here is where you will not stay.
Out the door, and on your way
so I can be with you away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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