Catharsis

When you thought to place me in a box
did it occur that I might not want to leave?
Safe, secure and free to dream,
I languish in your categories.

You keep me neatly filed away,
compartmentalized by your narrow mind.
Classified according to my smile.
I’ll let you think that for a while.

One day when dreaming is not enough,
and when your pigeonhole has grown
too narrow for my fluttering soul:
I will simply turn and walk away.
And you will have to notarize,
that I escaped because I could not
be tidily organised, into
an acceptable realm of experience.

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