Hidden secrets of the mind
Crawled prisoned deep inside
Longing to break down fences
Waiting for that silent sing.
Fillings, hidden away after rules
Forbidden, ever to be spoken
Burning forever, without fire
Always on the edge of our lips
Thoughts, meant to be expressed
Homage who still have respect
Holding human kind imprisoned
Norms, called true, honourable
Being respected against option
Forgotten dialled in improvement
Honesty, till life did part
Inside rules, made in thoughts.
1998
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