I moved into another world
Where profit had no voice
Shackles were the absentees
Control was in my choice
Free to come and go at will
Without stalking at my places
To leave me be creatively
Without unsavoury spies and traces
Here, imagination soared
Autonomous, dreams could take their flight,
With confines left behind me,
Each day was pure delight.
A sanctuary for my thoughts,
A harbour for my mind,
Where every spark of vision
Was welcomed and enshrined.
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