Freedom
Looking out and dreaming,
Dreaming of the freedom.
Freedom – trying to remember this meaning.
Old and far, forgotten wisdom.
Is it catchful for me,?
Not before I die…
Before my eyes wont see…
And whole my life, it’s been a lie.
They told me I’m free.
But I just follow to the circle -
School, money, work and people,
Death around, searching, working
Death… My rescuer.
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