Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The shackles we put onto ourselves, handcuffing our lives to our limited selves.
We are jailed, imprisoned by our imperfections, by our impurities.
We must goose step, following a certain way because of our flaws.
We sabotage our own lives by the way we live them, not even seeing it.

We forget how to dance.  Feet shackled we stumble, unable to be free to let loose.

The dance, the song isn’t the same.

The beauty of it is lost somewhere, because of the limitations we put on ourselves.

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