I can smell the freedom
For some reason I can see me liberate
My property, my stance
That’s the only me, and only me
I can feel the rhythm
My heart throbs
Freedom is within me
But fails to beat down the walls
In unknown rhythms that I walk
They remain unstringed
Unsure how they would be restrained
They seem to flow within as I wait
I can smell the freedom
For some reason I see
My property, my stance
Liberation at mode, that’s the only me
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