this one will be not be caged
this one is no potted plant
this one will not be in an aquarium
this one is not in the net
rejecting the constricting thoughts
forever undergoing a metamorphosis
this bird soaring through the sky
at times the fresh wind blowing
a whirlwind, typhoon, a soft breeze
at times a river in flood
at times a calm stream
then at times a lurking crocodile
with shackles and chains everywhere
truncheons, water cannons, jack boots
this free spirit having a bird's eye view
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