Relaxing in pressure
No stress no sleep
A constant push
Rocky coasts
Flat lands cause flat
Mindsets dangerous
Huts are where we are
Headed
Hopefully
Being free in the prison
That is our conventions
Freedom in nothing
Not even our thought
There is no originality
In the world
Just different affectations
Crushing in all around
Until we are nothing
But little do we know
We are nothing
Before we were
Something
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