every good plan . contains at least one escape . option just in case
the lines drawn by man can only constrain that which wants to be contained
my thoughts have escaped on the breeze whistling soft through the pine needles
in the soft focus of the foggy bus window the real world drifts by
we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
there are some of us no matter the conditions who need to escape
maybe it’s a dream that we cannot wake up from or locate the door
we all need to feel empowered in order to create our escape
when we’re feeling stuck there’s always another way which we can escape
there will always be those who cannot be contained by imposed order
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