A Room With a View
A room with a view.
A room with a view.
Razor wire curling and swirling to protect them from us;
we are prisoners yet freedom is in the mind till we all turn to dust.
The vast mountain range surrounding has seen the beginning and the end I trust;
we are prisoners yet the desert shifts by four winds eroding the view it must.
The encarceration of the physical body while time shapes to view is this just;
we are prisoners here but the bright light of the sun shines in truth unaware of lawlessness.
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