So the story goes

And so the story goes
Another life begins to unfold.
One more lamb to the slaughter,
One more tear to shed.
Too much pressure,
Too much pain and sorrow.
One moment up in the clouds,
Singing with the birds,
The next alone.
Banging my head against
The stone.
When ,when will I be free
To come and go as I please,
Unrestricted by the thoughts
Of my mind.
By the pessures therein
I find.

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