Every time I start to feel the gush of fresh air in my lungs, a musty smell from the cells takes it's place in my nasal tract.
Every time I break the shacks and try to run from the binding rules, they tell me I belong not to the cells but the padded room of an asylum.
Every time I seek a wilderness to build my home, a rampant agglomeration starts to build around its need to inhabit.
Every time I seek solace in solitary confinement of my self, they tell me I need to be tried at the will and the whims of those who confine me to their existence.
Every time I let go of ropes I find a fiber of the string dangling on hanger hooks to my flesh and suspending me in the atmosphere.
I have begun to wonder if I have lived my life in paroles I have from the inevitable imprisonment in a structured sustenance.
Every time I break the shacks and try to run from the binding rules, they tell me I belong not to the cells but the padded room of an asylum.
Every time I seek a wilderness to build my home, a rampant agglomeration starts to build around its need to inhabit.
Every time I seek solace in solitary confinement of my self, they tell me I need to be tried at the will and the whims of those who confine me to their existence.
Every time I let go of ropes I find a fiber of the string dangling on hanger hooks to my flesh and suspending me in the atmosphere.
I have begun to wonder if I have lived my life in paroles I have from the inevitable imprisonment in a structured sustenance.
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