Freedom - A Poem

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Freedom

When we come into this world,
and first begin to be.
We start to paint a picture,
of our own reality.

Soon we form a filter,
and through it everything we see.
We perceive the world around us,
from a place that isn’t free.

Judging others and ourselves,
at full capacity.
We lose sight of what matters,
and divide you and me.

When really we are One, from Creativity.
Living in this world full of pure vanity,
we lose touch with ourselves.
It's complete insanity.

We need to go back to our roots,
to grow new shoots.

Bloom from the heart,
make a new start.

And once again be free!

by Sandy Hartley

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