nano problemo day two: I sing in my sleep

I mean to say, I feel free.
I mean to stand and shout,
raise my voice against oppression to help my fellow man.
I mean to fight the good fight and take a stand. 
but I don’t.

Here I lay, on my bed,
not even a pillow under my head.
I lack the will to collect it from the floor,
much less march out that door.
I make no fight,
I show no might,
I don’t shout,
I’m lost in doubt.
I’m not free,
I’m locked up by me.

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ECHO ECHO

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