Compressed
free breeze,
free mind,
free heart,
and free boldness,
all sail along the same projection as the world pins
them tighter together
We are red and sad,
as time rapidly tows by
And we notice that all we have is,
fees to pay,
weird thoughts,
health to compete with,
and rods to walk on,
till they blend
©kingfemi Oloidi
Inspired by Ryan Jackson
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