It is their duty to keep me jailed-
And mine: To be free.
I walk the world in my four walls...
And see it with your eyes.
You communicate in my dreams
And all the life that touched you touches me too.
Oh-so-many worlds I've seen
People carry their world on their face:
Their personal hell or heaven
And eternity etched in wrinkles
each passing moment puts on their face
The roads I walk on begin and end here but
My heart walks with you
I wonder whose face and world you would show me tonight:
Till then; I'll see what became of my face
And hope that someone finds an escape in me.
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