Fearless Bee
What a world to see by a fearless me
I am just a lonely bee
forgotten from creation,
a lost voice in the woods remains unseen.
No more honey; dead flowers yet speak.
Only if i could push the swing, a little further i would reach.
The shortness of the robes leaves freedom a mystery.
Trapped on a yellow star,
watching the wind blowing alive far green.
out of breath, sacrificed my wings for loneliness.
waking up became an awaiting dream.
foggy existence sets my soul free,
declaring a free-will acting ability.
doubting this destiny to speak truth to me,
echoing lies is daring fear.
perhaps i'll stay around here, another night of a fearless bee.
Copyright © Rafoof Mwais | Year Posted 2016
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