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The cage is shrinking, squeezing the air from my lungs,
my limbs are cramped as the bonds grow tighter,
my body lifeless, and these eyes would rather stay shut
in a dreamless void to escape the numbing, suffocating demands
created by the choices I’ve made and the life in which I live,
that keep pressing down and down and down…
A part of you dies every time you stifle your dream,
when you push it in the corner to make place for
demands of little consequence.
Your world becomes smaller, your thinking is forced
into line as you would scolded a child,
throttling every spark of passion and pleasure
before it can touch you, to prevent you from stretching and breaking
the bonds so carefully placed on you.
These shackles are now too tight, the cage’s become too small,
rebellion has sneaked into my dreamless void
and shocked me awake with visions of a point beyond this non-existent life,
leaving me with the key and the choice
to huddle in this corner, a well-controlled obedient puppet,
or to open the door to a daunting and scary world
where the chance of freedom, pleasure and peace exists,
where I have the chance to be true to me,
when will I unlock the door?