We are free but there is no freedom
When we live in fear
We crawl into the cage of our making
Pushed in by the hand of panic
And locked with terror
The bars are made of trembling dread
We wait for someone to let us out
Never realizing we hold the key
An excellent and timely post. We are prisoners of our own making.
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Thank you, and I agree.
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