I can feel the early-fall crisp breeze,
I can see the colors of the music blowing through
the young birch tree in my backyard.
It's no surprise that my soul yearns for the outside,
it comes at such a high cost - to leave these walls,
How my soul yearns for the outside,
how my mind craves the law of the society inside.
I see and I must have -
every smell must be known,
every taste must be had,
every sight seen,
and every sound heard.
I need it all - without it,
my being would be lesser than
another's soul.
I open my eye,
I no longer feel a breeze -
just stopped time,
the colors have paused, the music on a hold-note,
the birch paused in growth and flourish,
I close my eye,
and the world breathes again.
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