Your identity is formed,
By the way, you have always been defined.

You are trapped,
Within your own idea.

You are confined,
Within a limit, you have drawn.

Your flight can be as high,
Until you decide, the span of your sky.

You can dive within,
Until every mystery, you finish unraveling.

Your ideas about yourself are nothing but cages,
Within which you are bound.

These cages are neither external,
Nor do they stay eternal.

They exist,
As long as you insist.

You are liberated,
When you realize there is no barricade.

The boundaries that stop you,
None of them are real, rather just a fancy!

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