Freedom

Crumpled piece of paper yawns, rubs eyes
stretches its legs unnoticed
over centuries

Puckered lips smooth, smile

Even the planets return

How then do you say people change.
They do not

They may be someone they are not
briefly

Doing odd jobs so they may read in peace
when they retire

Balancing relationships
because loneliness could be rough

But they ultimately embrace freedom

The ones who don’t
and which is most of them
die

But that is freedom too in a way

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