Wings


I would fly free if I had Wings,
Far away from roads path to
destruction of uncertainty.

Free from the inside souls that
possesses human behavior
inflicting unbearable mood, which
takes away hope, creating confusion,
leaving only the imagination to find
and seek reality.

Free from the repetitive acts of wrong
where your lips will speak the perfect
lie, while ones ears has already received
in fed for the truth.

Free from not knowing who to trust if
one has to express without the reverse
of being stung by ones' own expression.

Free from the reality of life, into an imaginary
mood.

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