Poetry 2 - Freedom
As the sun sets
I can't help But feel free And restricted At the same time Freedom is more than freedom as we know it Freedom is not really freedom. Pale Remnants are now all that is left of the immense beauty But it will return
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As the sun sets
I can't help But feel free And restricted At the same time Freedom is more than freedom as we know it Freedom is not really freedom. Pale Remnants are now all that is left of the immense beauty But it will returnPrisoner in my own world.
I lock myself away in my own restrictions, My own shackles I can't think now Peaceful serenity disrupted by life If you can call it that Cool winds breeze through me Stimulating my soul Nothing stops Nothing stands still It is all moving toward failure Its a road block only a task YOU can perform What an insignificant spec our lives really are I'm locked in a dungeon and i can't get up.
