Riding on my Cadillac
The wind is moving my hair messy
The sun is heating my soul
I'm driving with no destination
I'm free from obligations
I'm letting my thoughts run free
They're flying up the sky,
In a cage.
It's freedom but it's worse
It's illusive,
It's fake.
YOU ARE READING
Expression
PoetryPoetry is art, it illustrates your emotions, thoughts, vision of the world; so that's what I do. More pieces coming out soon.
