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December 5, 2012 by growingaworld

I need change.
No creative body can thrive
In such a closed environment.

There is Art on the walls,
But it is the same art.
There are books on the shelves,
But they are the same books.

They are the same as they were
When I read them
And they will remain the same.

There are people here,
But when I have spoken all I can
About these four walls
There is nothing left to say.

And there is a world outside,
The same as it always was,
But a little further it is new,
New and changing and alive.

And it is too hard to get there.

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