Poetry, Writing

Exodus

Trapped inside a jungle

made of stone and metal.

Exit signs on the doors

acting like I can leave.

When all I really do is

see it from another angle.

Influences are everywhere

directing me where to go.

Wondering to myself, do I have a freewill?

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