A poem I wrote.
You dream of a world filled with freedom to do and act as you please.
A world that will not come without sin, And punishment.
I dream of a world with peace to love and connect with all things.
A world that will not come until I am to forfeit my freedom.
Both have their losses. Both have their gains.
And sometimes, I like to look through the window,
At the other's choice of path,
To try and understand the other's pain.
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