Our life is so much in order.
Hiding feelings from one another.
Too careful of each other.
our world is like a Zoo.
We have lost our basic instinct.
Taking our existence into extinct.
And we think that makes us distinct.
Our world is like a Zoo.
I want to return to the wild.
Where i wont take life mild.
Into the free air i would glide.
Am getting out of the Zoo.
I dont want to remain the same.
I dont want to be tame.
I will burn my shackles in flames.
Am getting out of the Zoo.
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