There's a freedom I have got. To design, manipulate the way people live.
I manipulate the place people live in.
The chair they sit on. The pen they use to write. The words they read.
The window they peek out from. And the sausage they eat every morning.
This is certainly the kind of freedom. The one anyone would look forward to.
I can break you. Make you small. And yet remind you of your undone.
Make you fall in love, even make it.
Its a freedom. A responsibility.
If you are reading this, you'll know what freedom it is. As you read these words, I am trying...
to manipulate, make another set of things...
And I, can change the way You, think. Freedom, that is....
I manipulate the place people live in.
The chair they sit on. The pen they use to write. The words they read.
The window they peek out from. And the sausage they eat every morning.
This is certainly the kind of freedom. The one anyone would look forward to.
I can break you. Make you small. And yet remind you of your undone.
Make you fall in love, even make it.
Its a freedom. A responsibility.
If you are reading this, you'll know what freedom it is. As you read these words, I am trying...
to manipulate, make another set of things...
And I, can change the way You, think. Freedom, that is....
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