Bound to live...

Live child..free..
Spread your wings..
To wherever it brings...
you..
For as you grow..
...as you slow....
The ropes...will begin to
Bind and surround you..
every day..
every thought
every habit
Another string...
spinning
...pinning..
The you
you once knew..
Forcing you to SUBMIT
your Liliputian HABITat..
ConstrictinG...your no longer..
struggling form..stronger..
..than that guy
.......sigh
Remember him?

Its at that very..
Darkest..
Tightest moment....
When you can’t move..
Anymore..but
You wish you could..
That....you can...
Grow wings...
Somehow...
Brilliant...wings...
That let you break free
And fly...
...sigh
Remember him?

..you wish you could
But alas...
..you’re not a catterpillar..
And poems are just that...

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