I want to be free
Yet it's hard to run-
Without a light,
Without a path.
I know I want to be free
For I want to be anywhere but here.
I want to be free,
But I am not caged,
Nor chained.
I want to be free,
Yet this is already what they call freedom.
I can go wherever I want,
Fly on any country,
Any time.
I even paid tickets,
Just to be anywhere-
But I never realized
That a rope can set me free.
I thought freedom-
Feels like paradise
And smells like roses.
Yet I only got this-
An infinite darkness.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
