Ourselves

And at the end of the day,
We’re all just slaves,
Never really free of desires
Or carefully measured choices,
The only thing separating us
Being the nature of our confinements.

Whether our hands are in chains
Or strings of colours and words,
Depends not on who we are
But who holds us captive,
And maybe we’re so obsessed with freedom
Because we know our souls
Are forever bound
To emotions, ambitions, fears
And the most virulent
Of all;
Ourselves.

Sapphire Red

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