Like my name are my lips liberated
To chain the freedom
In a stone made cell
So that barred it remains
From the subjection of wish

Or the fluidity of it can be ceased
So never does it lurk
Around the territories forbidden
Where youthful pranks cause Cacophony that deafens
Microphones hanging across the street

Or it’s slipperiness cannot be solidified
Hard like rock standing the generations
Like hills do enveloping
The histories of time
Freedom, cease thou or let go


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