This Freedom

I'm distant 

Lost in a maze 

with no beginning or end, 

just countless floors and halls.

It's like a dream

Interwoven with this false reality

cascading in and out of a revolving door

on schedule with no error

Yet no clock to listen to.

Is this freedom?

Or a slavery of burden 

that must be bore at the cost 

Of this freedom 

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