Freedom.

Freedom.

My worst nightmare is to be held by the confines of this life,
Where nothing but money and success matter,
Will it grab hold of me?
Or will I fight to be free?

Love or lust, it’s hard to tell,
It seems that lust is inevitable,
While love is unattainable,
Will it grab hold of me?
Or will I fight to be free?

They say if we aren’t afraid of our dreams they are not big enough,
Why must we fear all that we aspire to be?
Will it grab hold of me?
Or will I fight to be free?

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