This is what it seeks freedom from those immaterial uncertainties
That never never allow it to bloom
Pity pity pity such is the world where we can't be free
When everyone is allowed to be free And is always talking about being free.
Sadness never clouds me it's agony that breaks me
To be free yet not free to explore myself and explore you in peace
It's the world where we run run run until our feet is wounded and to refusing to move
I get no time to ponder about these because I am like you busy busy busy
Goals ambition and nearly every thing coilded down in one
Yet I break to bloom And wreck in these thoughts to explore
That's what I call freedom peace and nearly everything that is that's what I looked in the sky the stillness that I failed to achieve in world where I am a human yet not so human.
Pity on world and praise of the joy 😊
- reva ( praising this time at hand)
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