Freedom is a rhetorical myth
Body is the prison for soul
Brain is the prison for thoughts
Thoughts are prison for our actions
This world is the prison for all
While, time and space are prison guards
Whenever, we spread our wings
Limits of sky withered it
Eventually obliterate our unique identity
Making no sense of the word
Freedom…
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