I think I'm quite lucky to live in this world
With strangers to uphold the law
Breathing filtered and purified air
Nature scrubbed clean of every flaw
As I walk down the smoke filled sidewalks
In an opportunistic town
I think "What a time to be alive"
As my self awareness goes down.
I'm traveling the depths of the world
At least, the parts I'm meant to see
Avoiding the part called Freedom
It's too complex for me.
At least I am able to read
In this glorified prison cell
I'm reading dangerous books
Devouring the stories they tell.
My life is constricted by guidelines and rules
Telling me how to live
For this I am grateful for if I am not
There'd be no one to forgive.
Because sometimes something takes over me
It makes my whole body freeze
The animals and demons eating through my head
My, what strange police.
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