In my eyes
The world is a poem
With no specific rhyme
And no specific scheme
It doesn't follow iambic pentameter
In the way that writers do
It writes it's story however it likes
However it chooses
However it feels
With fairy tales
Realities
And horror
Mixed in all together
It's free
And it's normal
Although we see it to be crazy
The stories that we've heard
The world has written freely
With the help of our actions
The world spins out its' song
In my eyes
life just
It just moves on
In the world's poem
It goes on and on
YOU ARE READING
Freedom
RandomThis is a collection of some of my poems I have written about what it's like to be free. Whether freedom be death, music, letting go, being crazy, having fun, praising, enjoying nature, floating, crying, or even loving. Just let freedom ring.
