The mind chained in the pleasure pains
Thoughts won’t tame
The hands behind the iron bars
Are to blame
Freedom is choice of daring life
Price to pay in this perfect game
The world is fair to everyone
It’s never fault of knife in the freedom’s hands

Hands of freedom rise high to touch the open sky
Everything that comes is always served at the right time
Hands of freedom mold the world for the mind’s eye
Nothing left to lose, for if dreams die, the soul will fly

The hands in chains, or without them
Are the same
The mind behind imagined bars
Is to blame
The world is moving regardless
Being mindless or being armless
The life light shines for everyone
To tread the path towards darkness



Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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