LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

To the world, for the parody to be complete, it's not long to wait.

The easy laughter echoes in every hidden corner,

But it's an empty laugh, soulless, without depth,

For the truth dissolves in the absurd.

And freedom, which once flew with the wind,

Now can only be found on order and at the right moment.

Tailored, like fitted clothes,

Limited by the moulds of a weary society.

It's no longer the breeze that touched us without permission,

Now it comes with a price, a deadline, a condition.

And so, the world laughs at its own prison,

Not realising that the parody has stolen its vision.

But there are still those who feel the wind,

Even if in silence, in a small breath.

And in the limited choices sold to us as options,

There are still those seeking the truth, the freedom that gathers.

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