A peaceful world without rules
A quiet world without jeers
An intelligent world without idiots
But, is it that kind of freedom
That you want?
Who knows
the intelligents might make the new rules
And no one will be free out of that nest
It'll never be quiet and peaceful
Next
A world where no rules are made
But somehow, you're following that rule
Is that what you want?
Now, you're insane
You feel like you're free
But, somehow, you followed through the insanity
Is this all that you want?
You seek for one,
but you are following that freedom
Are you even free now?
No,
You are not.
Bounded to live, you are.
Waiting to die, you are.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCollection of poems that have been written at random times, in random circumstances, various kinds of genres. Enjoy the ride.
