Lost in the blind mind
It was cut off from the world
For that it thrives

It was severed from influence
Therefore it’s alive

And solid with isolation,
Can it be free?

What is freedom to its eyes,
If it never would see?

And in a darken corner,
It meets its greatest glory

And in a room with no windows,
It knew its strongest fury

What is fulfillment it there is
Nothing to fill?

What is strength if nothing has
The will?
Lex
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