Enough.

We breathe from the lungs of our stolen intuition,

We take what is not ours only to lose what we own.

We dissolve into our facades of independence,

Only to see the emptiness that we are shown.

If you think you know freedom,

Just limit yourself enough.

We are not beings to be taken lightly,

We are not beings to be condescend.

We are to be explored,

And to be explored upon,

To be naked in our comprehension

Of what we believe to be home.

So let us be vulnerable with each other,

To find our free will,

To find a broken disposition,

And to give it away.