I'm trapped inside this cocoon
but can't they see that I've already got my wings
I'm ready to take flight and fly away
I'm aching to be free
They keep tearing my wings
Pinning me down inside this box
I see my path -
but they keep standing in my way
ATH 2010
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Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
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