Jail Break

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“Cell for rent,” the ego whispers.

“Quiet, private, all utilities provided.

SAFE.”

Also small, dark, lonely,

And the rent goes up every day.

I’ve lived here so long

That I can’t imagine leaving,

But the cost is too high.

I will find a cabin on a hillside

Where clouds lie lazy

In a sky so vast it hurts,

And wind ruffles the grass.

I will live there,

Spacious and open,

And let the world sing through me.

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