Even if it seems the window is open
There is a transparent film
Binding us to our everyday lives.
Even as we "escape,"
We end up on a predestined paths,
A trail that has already been blazed
Many times before.
We are restricted,
Constrained to lives to which they mold us.
Ignorant of the world outside
WE lay dormant,
A line extending to our final destination.
 
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