They kill us with freedom
With freedom and rights
We claim to posses
While they caress our egos
Give us shows
Let us vote
Makes no difference
But there's only freedom to choose
Leave the cave
Leave the cave
Nothing to lose
You can think whatever you like
You can say what you want or cry
You can write, or paint, or sing
Though it's nothing but true
In the western world it's nothing
Anyone cares about
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You see, here you'll find poems and prose of opportunity and seasons. They're ours, though, so we have to protect them. Respect! Thank you!
Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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