Time to go

It’s like being a cocoon or egg.

Only I know what’s to come.

I’ve been there before.

Being locked up is not ideal,

Yet somehow comforting.

They wrap us up in blankets,

Keep us safe and warm,

But we must break free.

Yet freedom of the mind is not a guarantee.

We may walk freely,

But a prisoner to mental torture,

We will always be.

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