Mar 04, 2024
I may seem to you walking beyond a line.
They say, at once stop!
But can you put a stop to my head that has already crossed the line?
I may seem to you not so right.
They say, remain within your limits.
But can you limit my imagination that is independent of wrong and right?
I may seem to you a feather cut bird.
They say, what an end, alas it is.
Can a feather stop my brain from flying high?
They become happy,
For they could put a physical stop,
Ignorant they are, because,
However hard they may try,
My imagination knows nothing else, but to fly.
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