Do they reach the inciter or stay with the bearer
Often different for the smiles.
They travel miles.
One step forward, two steps back.
Just like the circus, with master and ring in his hand.
Our thoughts are free, expressions tamed.
Breaking the shackles won't bring fame.
Cross the borders, terrains will change.
If you feel you escaped your past.
Step up and look.
No tree ever grew, branch broken from it's roots.
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