wb :

and i sit in the school library-
all the books around me,
all the people i can see,
but not a soul who speaks as though it were free.

a muffled murmur echoes within its walls-
words and whispers, answering silent calls
and yet within these vaunted halls
not a single soul speaks as though it were free.

a barely palpable tingling of my ears-
not silence, all alone with all my fears;
not loudness, engulfing all it hears;
just souls softly swooning, none of them free.

and i tried my best to break from that spell=
to free my comrades, ring liberty's bell
but alas, twas but a raindrop in a well;
and those souls still silently clamor to be free.

so did i join them in self-imposed slavery;
gently struggling, never to be free.

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