The Warden

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THE WARDEN

Our wild dreams
Imprinted in the
Myriad designs

On the wings
Of butterflies
Metamorphosized
Inside cocoons

Have an instinct
To break free
From the confines
Of the mind

But there's a Warden
Holding the keys to
A dungeon of fear

One is either mastered
By this Warden, or they
Are the Warden's master

And thus, the choice
To crawl or to fly
Is ours.