TAKE OFF THE SHACKLES

Of silhouettes and bodies
Of truths and perspectives
Of norms and eccentricities
I Weep.
for days beyond reach
for the good, evil preaches
for my surreal reality
for the subjectiveness of success
and collectiveness of our fears.
I understood.
The mirage of color, as seen by the blind
The singularity of bass and treble as heard by the deaf
Of bodies and silhouettes
Of perspectives and truths
Of eccentricities and norms
JUST SET US FREE.