You sit Their wondering if you are free. Stuck in cages but you can't see. You feel a lock underneath your feet. But it's to far you can't reach. Society pulling you back far away from your dreams. But all you hear is crying, but then you open your eyes then you start to realize that your no longer blind in the old you.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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