In between a rock and a hard place
Got on sneakers, one with no shoelace
There's a chance I might lose the race
Got spare shoes in my suitcase
Need a ride to go chase
Got a ride and made it to first base
Now I'm one step closer
Am I near freedom? No sir !
I'll get there though, sober
Paused my brain so my mind can take over
Got my head back in the game
But the feeling ain't the same
For the win I was trying to aim
Got my freedom so I'll proclaim
The race is over, for the win I came
Written on the trophy is my first and last name
On top of the trophy, is freedom in frame
Got my prize now, I'm a walking flame
All I need is freedom, not fame
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Inside out
PoetryI find it easier to write about the things that are hard to talk about. I conquered the inability to sustain a consistent character that does not depend on anyone to make me happy. This book is for anyone going through an emotional rollercoaster, an...
