I am not blind, nor do I choose to pretend to be.
I have died in the hands of comformity, and sold my soul for temporary acceptance. I've stopped fighting in life and had fallen ill of society's overbearing. I stand amongst soul less others who deny what they dont have. Pretending that they still own their souls when the truth remains that they do not.
The blankness of their eyes tell me the haunting truth, and it is this truth that cages me. It is in this truth that I am chained, my wings clipped to the uncertainties that lurks beyond the iron cage.
But now and again, the gentle breeze does come, and the feathers of my wings begin to move for just a bit. In those times, I could almost hear the beating of my heart again, and the aching sweetness of my soul fighting against the unending clanking melody of the chains.
Free me again, it cries out, let me soar the skies again.
And it is then I realized that the person who has imprisoned my very essence is my own will, my own self, and it is I alone who can set me free.
The others call out to me again, stay, stay. You are one of us now, we are the same. You have given us part of yourself, and it is in this that we own you.
Thus the burden of the chains grow ten fold.
Yet my hands reach up to the skies, freedom!
Freedom!
And still I could see the wisps of light slowly being devoured by the darkness. The light that is my soul.
My passions that lay fast asleep stirs in that moment, and the instance breaks, and everything----everyone is blind.
Then...
My soul sings, my body dances, and then I look back to see the cage opened.
Stretching my wings of dreams, I am free.
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