I see the clouds pass by
I know they're drifting by
But I'm moving faster.
I crane my neck back
To not miss the heart change to a shack
But they just go further and further.
Everything is just the same in my life
Gets out of my mind and time
Before I can grasp it
But I keep one hope
Always near my heart in a hole
Putting an iron chain around to clasp it
One day I'll be moving free of chains
One day I'll be me again
One day I'll be free as the clouds
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Heart & Imagination
PoetryPoems are like drawings - both reveal thoughts and feelings...the only difference is that drawings use strokes of brushes or pencils while poems use the strokes of words...
