There are no words
To describe how I feel,
My staggering need
To burst from the shell

I’ve made, or that’s been made
By the world, to contain
All the dreams that
Struggle to break

Free, to escape,
To be real,
To take on a shape,
And find a mind
Other than mine
To steal.

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