Incarceration

Must be my heart butchered to pieces
must be my pain that darkened the skies

must be my loneliness that froze thy life
must be you who makes me hide

so lucky the fowls flying free
but they know not what's liberty

so lucky those who laugh all day
they know not how emptiness play

it's not the blocks that made up the walls
it's not sugar that makes ants crawl

must be I a slave of truth
must be I who'll complete the book

must be I who plaintively clings
must be I who wears not the ring

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