Oh to be free.
To be free of all shackles and restraints, free from earthly goods and barriers of gold which stand guarded by soldiers of a harsher race. They stand firm, shoulders square together, forming a dam between us and the surrounding treasures of life. Those items and whims out of reach to us mere mortals, us folk of lesser claim: we are stuck and bulldozed into small quarters, surrounded by gates. Held back by society for daring to be born, into a certain culture, a certain class, a certain allowance. If we were equal, truly equal would the world still turn?