People with principles,
With convictions have prisons,
Many prisons.
We call it consistency,
But being consistent
Cannot make us kill ourselves
Or others.
It cannot make us loose the smile,
The wings, the heart.
But If it does it
We have to dream out laud
To create another prison
Where everything is permitted
And we all are alive,
And we feel, share,
And love.
There is a moment in this dream
When everything fits
And there is no them,
Just us.
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