This country is;
A bucket full of crabs
If you climb too high
You'll get grabbed
And pulled back down.
So know your place
But once you've seen that light-
Once you've had that taste;
Once your pinching claw
Has felt the warmth
And your hard shell dwells
In the swell of the storm
When beady eyes see the skies
And know there's more;
You remember how you used to
Walk on the shore.
You will curse these
Plastic castle shaped borders
You will rage -
Rage against these confined corners
You will obsess. Of escaping
Out to the waters.
There will be
No more following orders.
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