With all the world out the door
I find I cannot even stand up and go
I gaze up from the floor
And the rate of my heartbeat begins to slow
There is much I can change from down here
Things that from up there you cannot see
Being above me does not make you a seer
And being below you I am only more free
Liberated to become whatever I am
Growing beyond all of your labels
And up against my ribs my heart begins to ram
So I gladly crossed the lines of old fables
To sit and watch the world as I see it
Learning how best I can master and be it
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