What do you reckon it is?
That burning fire that refuses to be put out?
The cat let loose, that prefers to hunt than pout?
We all coexist, for survival
For we know that the resources
Each of us are bound in place by the other
Forced in a way to look out for one another
Therefore the mess begins when one tries to bypass his own boundary, it becomes a test within, van I bear the consequences of this savagery?
When one decides to ignore the other parts of the circle,
Cracks appear and the center begins to fold,
Quite a pickle.
I think freedom is an illusion,
For true freedom for all
Is chaos, raw and undone
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