Rules for one – the other free.

Being who they want to be.

One in chains – a limp as well.

With a smile on their face. You never can tell.

Who is the prisoner when you can’t see the bars?

Look for the one who wishes on stars.

The hopeless romantic, wishing for more.

Yet the whole world lies at his locked door.

Judges we have all become.

Adding up justice until we are numb.

Rules for one – the other free.

No-one is who they want to be.

 

© The Secret Poetess, January 2017

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