Born, pampered or poor
Oblivious to the world
Not knowing of its wonders
Not knowing of its horrors
Water
Flowing
Always flowing
Bending, twisting, rushing
Yet we all grow
It’s beyond our control
Hardening, uncoiling
Inside the mold
We all are different
We learn to accept it
But it’s always hard to let go
Some are thicker
The liquid lasts longer
The free persist
Trying to escape
Trying to run… until it’s over
Feeling controlled
Bound by perfection
Bound by all expectations
Stiff, and remade
Free no longer
Born in a mold
Given a choice
if that is what it is called
Although it feels like
the decision was forced upon me
There was no choice
But there were no options
Sometimes it feels
Like our parents are living
right through our bodies
Sometimes they forget
we make our choices
Because this life is ours to live
Only the strong, the bold and hardened
The ice can fight
The stubborn win
We can choose to be controlled
and live the life
our parents want
But sometimes it’s best
To make the choice
That you believe is right
It can melt, give in
and be remade
Remember that the choice is yours
Forced to take another shape
And that it always has been
Or it can choose
To fight for longer
If you ever feel trapped
or too weak to fight
Then remember there is no such thing
as perfection
For a chance to break the mold
For a chance to melt beyond the perfection
For a chance to be more
than another cube of ice
Be who you are
A chance to be unbound,
uncontrolled
And remember whose life it is
For a chance of freedom
A rebirth
Fight for your choice
and go down the path
you wish to
Before it’s too late
to turn back
When will the cycle end?
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