Is it a sin to flee?
Flee to a different world
A world where I am free
Free to be whoever I wanted to be.
A dancer, a singer, a teacher, a poet
A poet who craft magnificiently written poems
Poems that can rebuilt the ruins
Ruins of the self destructive poet.
Maybe I am just different
Different from everyone
Everyone seems to be contented
Contented to what this world can offer.
But me, I wanted to fly
Fly and see what goes beyond
Beyond the clouds, beyond the sky
Sky that hides a world where poets peacefully die
Sky tempts me so much that I almost jump
Jump and begin to fly
Fly to the sky but then I was awoken by clunks
Clunks of chains that keeps my feet on ground.
-olive (Ice cream parlor, 2021)
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