Afterthoughts Poetry and illustration by: Francis Rebancos When the world turns you upside down Set sail and soar high For it is not the sea and the sky that kept you lost track It is the oar you took and the wings you used to fly. Are we free or are we not? Those rules abided by our morality Those chains locked by mortality Aren’t you looking from what's behind you? the walls are growing high, and the sky lost its stars one by one. Shall we wait till the sun burn us into ashes, and the moon freeze us solid? To realize we are a foolish specie to think That we are too weak to fight back what wasn't real.
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