This world is indeed beautiful. The possibilities for anything is endless - happiness, progress, and what not. But with the endless possibilities, we also put the shackles on ourselves. The endless wants, greed, craving for something more and more. We're free and yet we're not. We can do anything and yet are limited. But it's all on us, both freedom and prison. And though I'd like to think it's our choice which to choose, I wonder if that's true at all. Great poem. Certainly made me think of a lot of things. Sorry for rambling.
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