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Imprisoned in a room illuminated by poems

A cocoon of awareness learning how to become great

Used to view it as a tomb, down to earth and alone

Up until I found a way to get the fourth wall to break

Now I'm free flying with a leash tied to my knee

And a blade up my sleeve, in case it's all fake out by thee

A made-up idea on how to speak to mirrors to flee

A made-up ID, the scapegoat you couldn't see

BEFORE THE COGITATIONS

I spark a conversation and ponder the cost of chasing

The calls of the constellations

If falling is a force of nature, floating a force of faith,