...and now I see
   this path I wander,
   though I feigned
   to wander free.
   I see these fences
   that surround me.
   and feel these fetters
   grip my flesh.
 

     This page is of a splotchy, yellow texture like that of the first poem in this series.  The script is the blue cursive.  The voice states that it realizes now, it was never free.  Whether bindings are imposed by others or by our own constricting values, they are as much a hindrance as fetters or
fences.
     This character seems to realize  the futility of his original quest for freedom outside his own being.  In this last poem he has resolved his inner conflict and, since he agrees with the other voices, there is no more animosity towards the other characters of existence.