Swing
Freedom is like the swing,
One push makes our heart sing.
That feeling we wanted to try,
Our attempts to go and fly,
The distance we traveled so far,
Seemed like reaching for our star.
But all these are just illusions,
We're still bound in limitations.
For a swing is still tied to a tree,
You can fly but never free.
For freedom comes with cost,
Fly further and it's your loss.
May 3, 2020
5:30AM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
