Fervorous Peroxysm For Oppressed Venture

I wish to be a poet, like Oscar I’ve got so much passion in me, it’s pain I long to take an adventure; wander I’ve got the world in my heart- unashamed Sometimes I wake up, and swear I can fly I wish but to experience my life How could I leave my heart to be denied? Balance me on the tip of your dulled knife Caress my scars, and scream at me in vain I need to feel my heart fill, then break Tether me to a line, sever the chain I won’t give you my soul, it’s mine to take I need to drive too recklessly; faster My trust is in my heart, my heart mastered -s.c.n.