Freedom
There’s nothing left here
In my mind I disappear
I find it so clear
There’s nothing to fear
I find it so near
I’m hearing
Oceans are breathing
A symmetrical drawing
Clouds that are crawling
Mechanical hauling
Matter evolving
I’m caught in
Inside the skies
I’m away from the lies
And there’s no dark surprise
I realise
I will rise
In the skies
No hesitating
Love and relating
Problems with stating
None of this hating
Deny procreating
All this sedating
Bringing us closer
Killing and murder
There’s so much of this anger
Pick up a number
I never want to remember
I never loved her
But inside the skies
I’m in natural high
I can realise
That it’s all an illusion
An intrusion
Tell me you love me
Help me I need to breathe
Free me from this confusion
Lies, death and its fusion
Water surrounds me
I’m screaming far out at sea
Losing my buoyancy
Sinking eternally
But looking up I see
Soon I’ll be so free
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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