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Invisible
Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains: Commitments and responsibility, Obligations to colleagues and family, Conformity to society’s morality, And everything else that constrains. Alone in a crowd, surrounded by invisible bars. Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear. Already been there, might just as well stop here. Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars And everything else that leaves scars. Is there a reflection when I look in the glass? Are there footprints when I walk on the grass? When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall? Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible? Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right? I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive. Is this all there is, just trying to survive? I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive, And barely remember the light. Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass? Were there footprints where I walked on the grass? When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall? Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?
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