There are agreements that are reached
When you become an adult
Agreements not to say something
Agreements to behave in a certain way
Whether it is natural to you or not
Whether it is right in the moment or not
The binds of these agreements are like coils round my body
They snare me til I can't move
And my directions are directed
By somebody else
But there is freedom
There is reality
The one all encompassing
That knows no boundary
And all limitations are a joke to it
And just seeing you are caught
Loosens the chains til they fall away
Useless
This is love
The force that feeds the engine of creation
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