She wants to fall
But there are no arms to fall into.
Opens her mouth and cotton wool comes out
Opinion and individuality drained
Chained to another’s tedium.
Freedom is a barely remembered dream
In a coloured life flicked to eternal sepia.

Come out from under the covers
I’ll point the light your way
Allow you to grow in the warmth of the sun.
Now you’re out of the glass prison
Back under your own steam
Showered with forgotten happiness.
Welcome to the modern world,
I think you’re going to like it
But the choice, as with everything now, is yours!

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