Freedom is here, said the boy
As laughter erupted on his face,
No pain or terror, just dreams
Years of grief, just a memory
No more prisons made of gold
Barely waiting for the future
Anxious his destiny to unfold
A rush of dreams that shook his heart
He was getting high on hopes
And all those that witnessed
Where amazed
The thirst for life was just too much
Free from sickness he would be
No more simple paths to choose
No restrictions, pills or ooze
Freedom is here, said the boy
Just an instant before he died
There was a rock that fell into his head
Thrown from a god forsaken window
Just to scare away a bird
Had he passed a second sooner
That rock would have simply shattered
At his feet, or in a gutter
Where his blood
Now forms a puddle…
Yet in that second,
Had he truly lived?
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