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Oh, this binding chain,

This nutritious cage.

We see every day our 

Ponderous restrictions

Refuse to fade.

Vanish,

Disappear before our 

Eyes.

From time to time 

We find ourselves in a place,

A place that simply conducts

Happiness.

This is the only place

Where we can close our

Eyes.

Free of any worry.

However these binding chains, 

This nutritious cage,

They don’t want us here.

They want to see our blue

Eyes.

The color of these glass orbs,

The only thing given to us,

Reflects this life through 

Blue lenses.

Not enough in these pockets

For the rose colored glasses.