CHAINED

 

I am weak and frail and I am in hell
I wonder how to break free from this chain of me
I hear then his soft voice loudly
I see light shines really brightly, but again
I am weak and frail and I am in hell.

I pretend to be just dead: cause
I feel tired, so I let the things left unsaid
I touch the sky in the dream of mine
I worry if I wake up cause it’ll never be fine, ’cause again
I am weak and frail and I am in hell

I understand that I am in chains, Hidden;
I say “to be FREE is my great forbidden
I hope someone will help me unlock this reality
and bring me to the world of fantasy
where I can just be me and free
but sadly my enemies control me
keep on reminding me that absolute freedom
is just a vain philosophy.

because in reality, BF skinner
is much wiser
he’s right about total determinism
true and fact w/o any criticism.

So I say, please let me sleep endlessly
because In there I dream; which I entitled the word FREE.

 

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