still not free

Take me some place.
Some place really neat.
Neat like flying!
Flying away,
away, so far away from here.

Here, my soul is not free;
free from so many things.
Things that won't let me breathe.
Breath is life!
Life won't let me live.

Live how to be free.
Freedom shows me nice.
Nice for once in this world.
World peace!
Peace is living.

But living always dies,
And death is no life.
Maybe a maybe life;
still not free.
Free to be me.

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