We live in our gloomy prisons
That we construct with our proper hands.
And whatever are the reasons
We can escape, because the life is manned.
It’s manned by us, by our thoughts and actions,
By taking deep whatever strangers say
Or just by carelessness, by our passions,
Directing us and paving our way.
We can just rule the life the way we want it,
Structurizing our plans and goals. ;
We can be great as everyone is starlit.
We can outgrow those given paltry roles.
Why do we choose imprisonment instead of freedom?
And follow darkness, instead of chasing light?
We take profanity for wisdom...
And mix up cowardice with might...
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© Copyright: Мари Дешен, 2022
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