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I try to hide this
Depression that is rulung me
I blame the one who built the cage
Around me
Though invisible it seems
Theres a shock collar
Keeping me in boundaries
Which are not free
I have my own boundaries
But they are outside this frame
I am not a rose to be destined
For beheading
I am a humming bird
Who needs to be able to fly
To hover to flee
I'll come back to the scene
But I need that space
To be for me
To flourish
Space
The final frontier, unless you consider the oceans. How many species went extinct today? I walk around the neighborhood, around the house and look at my gardens. I flew back in the day. I no longer fly in jets. I wasn't all that impressed actually. Roots have virtue post 65 year's old.
Space
Now thats a word I adore.
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