Roam
I often feel trapped
Like that of a prisoner
Held against my will.
In reality I'm free.
According to the government at least.
But i'm talking deeper.
Deeper than the dark blue seas.
Just below the surface.
..I'm controlled relentlessly.
Let me go! I scream.
All to no avail.
Let me speak!
My voice still frail.
Like that of a prisoner.
Held against my will.
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