Breaking Out

Breaking out and moving up;

drinking from another cup.

Whatever you call, it’s trip

with many barriers you must rip.

All the while against the flow;

walls are built each way you go.

And all the time you’ll always be

“not really the same as you or me.”

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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