Freedom To Live

I dream of a street I once resided on An old dwelling, with galvanize fencing A main street, with poor street lightings I wake longing to be back there, I remember the country, but not the heartaches, Where I use to live and where am I now Its poetry, it a google map, it history, How did i get from there to here? Once again it poetry, it was a drastic move How i comes and goes in my dream of being there Not the dwelling, not the whispering of the trees, Nor the shortage of water, but the freedom of being me.. “Freedom is doing a job that I love. Not because I have to do it, but because I love doing it.” Quote I just finish watching another Netflix movie.. About families Unauthorized living: some of the plots could have been better But, I enjoy the main characters, in comparisons to mine Daniel was funny, too rich to be happy, too stupid to know how to live He gives his bodyguards two thousand dollars just to see who cock was bigger, To stupid to know how to live Too rich to be happy: A character like him needs to live on my street, In that dwelling on the main street, without his daddy’s billions: Being rich doesn’t stop one from being a whore, Those sisters proven that in the movie: A man will always be a dog, with his sniffing, With my findings, Beautiful women suffers more than ugly women do.. once in a while allow your mind to take you home a place where you felt safe. During these ugly times: