Poems From The Soul

chasing freedom

The taste of the word freedom hits my lips, and its addictive.
It was the season of Capricorn when I tasted it for the first time.

Is freedom all that its cracked up to be? I know life is to short to be unhappy.

Chasing freedom, that's where you can find me. I found someone to chase it with me.

I am me, true and pure, waiting for my life to soar.

Chasing freedom, that's where I'll be. Hope she'll still chase it with me.
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Pep
July 11th

Much love to all.