Poems

                  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.