In a world so real
A place where I react and I feel
In a body that binds this reality
To a fragile idea where all I imagine is poetry
To biological truths that shatter my identity
Surely no two people spy this symmetry
To the things I see being the things I believe
And the world I envisage seeming ever so naive
To escape from this prison is the last of my dreams
So extend my sentence is all that I plead
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