the sound of freedom is about as loud
as the screams of man at war in a far off land
so far, so distant
controlled by bringers of hostile captivity
so loud, so penetrating
but he knows it's just a murmur inside.
even when he's escaped
the plans will follow him
through the phone lines
and pieces of customized parchment
and even when he feels so free
so alive
it will always be laid out
in front of him
in a straight line, one by one, by one
so until it's up to him
don't ask about the future...
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