The great race.

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Lemming like they serge and flow

As to their end they swiftly go

Swallowed up by death’s dark water

Striving for the things they oughta.

Racing on, not looking up

To sniff the breeze of freedoms cup.

Copying the lives of others

TV’s glare outshines its brothers

Missing call of sun and moon,

Arriving dead much far too soon.

A rat race headed for the sea

Enslaved forever souls to be.

But if they dared to stop and look

Another path, redemption took

Why then indeed they’d once more be

Mankind of hope at last set free.leming3

Prison break.

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Trapped by expectations, she longed to gain the sky.

Folks and their opinions had quenched her urge to fly.

Encaged within her prison, she longed to be herself,

Cast off all inhibitions neatly folded on the shelf.

To cast away the costume of who others thought she’d be.

Step through bars of inhibition, wings unfolding to be free.

At last it came the season- couldn’t bear it anymore.

Broke out of limitation – to open sky did soar.

‘Twas not without a price tag, for her loved ones bore the bruise

She made upon her exit – when another life did choose.

And yet they saw the glory as she sped into the sky

You cannot bind in serfdom one who’s born to fly.