Permission To TravelIn a way it's strange

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In a way it's strange
To need a document to travel
To be allowed to go
Or enter another place

Proof of who you are
As if you'd otherwise unravel
Nonexistent after all
Without that picture of your face

Are you nobody without?
Are you someone once you do?
Unregistered before
Is the paper your identity?

Friends and family have no doubts
They know and treasure you
For them it is no question
The whole process an obscenity

Once you pass the port of problems
And have everything aligned
You can look forward to the travels
Regaining faith back in mankind