Living in a world of wishes
Turns out I'm almost superstitious
If I had or didn't have
Then somehow I'd be free
But isn't free a state of mind?
Leave the seeing to the blind
Only the mute can say
What they really mean.
Thankful for the prison walls
Resigned when the jailer calls
What use can I have
For wistful curiosity?
Glassy mirror-minded stare
Is there anything else in there?
Nothing that you think
Is worth duplicacy
Lamps and bulbs cannot do justice
To the sun or crystal's brightness
The ecstatic rest
Means he is free.
hmm....interesting (it was good, i didnt mean that in a weird, vague, tristan-y way)
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