In youthful folly, I once did think
That I must live by others' link.
The status quo of my time, a chain
That bound me to a life of pain.
I wore black clothes, my hair did grow
To hide my eyes, my heart did show
A rebel's defiance, a cry of woe
Against the world, I did not know.
But years have passed, and I have grown
To see the world in a new light, now
I've learned to break the chains that bound
And live my life, my own way round.
The status quo, it once did seem,
A prison, but now it's just a dream.
I've found my own path, my own way,
And I will not be held back today.
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Diary of a Poet
PoetryPoems about random things I find fascinating. And a more articulated way of getting things off my chest.
