Stress is a comeuppance
Freedom is death
There is no light unless there is dark
There is no happiness if there is no anguish
Like a beating heart without a body
Useless;
When you try so hard and you fail
As if you haven't tried at all
Abortive;
Held by the devil
A book in hand,
Full of sins
And whispers telling you to do it
As if freedom is truly what we crave
Like a drink of water after a decade of thirst
To think freedom is simple to fulfil
To think it just needs courage
To jump;
To jump high enough
Just to land hard enough
To think freedom is something buried within
Something that can just be dug up
A bird with broken wings
Waiting to crash
But it never does,
Because life is just a balancing act between death and glory.
