It was perfect,
Really it was...
But now I miss those familiar faces
I miss the chaos and the noise
The crowds and the yells
This is too funny to be true
But freedom is indeed a choice
Like there's always tits for tats
Some lost for some gains
Free from one
Trapped in another...
I know this will take place
Though it was a perfect beginning
With every warm smile
And a sweet greeting
From those with mere faces and names...
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