Free?

Writing is influential. Words are accidental. It comes, no need to force it. There yours but you gotta recourse it. Repeating through generations, world elevations. 

It's what they don't read that tears you apart, the sentence you erase and have to restart.

The effort you put into every little thing, the falling in your chest as your ears start to ring

Because we speak and we act like were just playing along. Everyone's fighting regardless of right & wrong.

What is there to say that hasn't already been said? Thinking were unique but its all in our head.

Got this idea of how its supposed to be, what if were caged just thinking were free?