Mind-cuffs
From birth you learn
How to control others
As they control you
With rules of everything
Who knows how many
Rules you taught others
Some will be free
To ride a bicycle nude
Some will be uneasy
Just thinking about that
Religion is a controller
With its black book
Nature can slap hard
With poison plants
Kicking and biting
Crushing in all forms
A thrown rock that hits
Is a lifetime remembered
The joy of music
Will swallow your mind
Or be a door to godd
Vibration is all around
Every atom shakes us
Or twirls it's cosmic baton
We spend our lives
In search of keys
To unlock answers
That never will be known
The mind-cuffs grow
In units of heavy time
Barry G. Wick
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