I am the prisoner of time
I am the prisoner of mind
I am the prisoner of my society
I am the prisoner of thoughts.
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I like how this poems begins by being negative but changes with the last stanza. If we do feel like prisoners, all we have to do is spread the wings of love to escape.
By spreading the wings of love - free like a bird. Nice.
Love is the answer to escaping the confinement of daily life. Beautiful.