I run into him once

Like I never did before

He just looked and let me passed

No piece of advice

Or any word at all.

He called himself “freedom”

Yet his lair is a

Labyrinth of thoughts

Still he welcomes everyone

To come and visit his home.

I wandered into his place

For quite sometime

He created so much pain

And in silence evade my mind.

A damn great loss he made me realized

But still I entered his lair twice

For until my lessons lay unlearned

Into him, I’ll forever run.


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