I wake up surrounded by four walls and i wonder on which side am I?
Are these walls my freedom or my imprisonment?
Do they free me for who i was into who i am?
Or do they imprison me in who i am from who i can become?
I admire these walls, they always stand there like a pillar to which i can fall.
Whether i'm up or down, these walls are always there. providing me with shelter, keeping me safe.
Perhaps it's not the walls who free or imprison
Perhaps it's I who decide on which side i need to be.
Are these walls my freedom or my imprisonment?
Do they free me for who i was into who i am?
Or do they imprison me in who i am from who i can become?
I admire these walls, they always stand there like a pillar to which i can fall.
Whether i'm up or down, these walls are always there. providing me with shelter, keeping me safe.
Perhaps it's not the walls who free or imprison
Perhaps it's I who decide on which side i need to be.
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