Bells and more bells

Defining our world.

We are a series of definitions

Red lights, Green lights, yellow lights

Mother father daughter sister brother son teacher student

But when do we get to be us?

Where can we live without definition?

In Writing?

In art?

In dance?

Even within these freedoms there are boundaries and definitions

Some people write poetry, novels, nonfiction

Some people are artists, painters, sculptors, woodworkers

Some people dance hip hop, ballet, ballroom, country, contemporary

So where can we live without definition, without constraint or boundaries

In our dreams,

in our imagination where the limits

are limitless …


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