I often find myself
wishing to be the criminal
So I can be free
From the weight
Sometimes, I balance so
precariously over that edge
And I want to be able to jump off
But I know
Nothing's that easy
Freedom is earned
And trust, responsibility,
Is a burden that I'll always
Have to bare
Because I know that
If I dove from the cliff,
If I flew from my post,
I'd be flattened so much worse
By the weight I left behind

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Poesy and Prose
PuisiContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.