If things could get better
My life would be free
Be gone of this fetter
I need to be me
If life could be different
If life could just change
I'm done with you, confinement
Who cares if I look strange
These invisible shackles on your feet
Obey them no more
I want to see what's real in who I meet
Instead of the heavy weighing chore
YOU ARE READING
Be the Change
PoetryWhen's the last time you were free? When's the last time you've crossed your own lines?