Live within the walls of reason,
Or to escape to a different world,
A universe awaits to be discovered,
Amidst imagination,
And an urge to experience.
Sometimes, a song is all it takes,
Or a few simple words,
They just stay behind.
It makes me believe,
Small things make a difference,
A phenomenal difference.
If it feels right,
Its liberation.
Else its just bondage.
Irrespective of how strong the wind is,
A simple wish, to fly high.
So much to think...
Or made to think so much?
But its all so futile.
A mental block remains,
Indifferent and intentional.
Of all accusations and claims,
Perspectives and conclusions
The book is not closed,
May be its just yet to be opened.
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