Not quite Free

I throw myself

against the dark glass window

in hopes of breaking through

 

Every now and then

I catch a glimpse

of the world on the other side

 

It fuels my desire

my need for freedom

from this eternal toil

 

I wish to get out

with every breath I take

I feel it getting closer

 

My soul is almost there

Freedom is so close

There's a crack in the window.

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