The Spirit

Why do we remain locked up in plea,

When the gateways are far reaching and free?

Let us step beyond the tousle of dread,

And survive in the unsaid.

Delve vehemently deep inside,

Expanding circles of existence as our guide.

There is an awkward hysteria in our minds,

Of songbirds,

Each speck prevailing in itself,

Finding what we cherish omnipresent.

A. Johnson

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