Don’t Grasp

You drag me down, you pull me up
You possess and call it love
Because there is something that you need
I am the thing you greed
But I am not a toy or stuff
I am white fire love
I am open air
Look inside, there’s no one there
So let go and you will see
You were holding you not me
And that is all you seek to be
The container of the free
So release and renew
I have nothing against you
But stand for no kind of shit
You want to care, well this isn’t it.

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