Life
beautiful skies
eluminate my eyes
sun beaming down
on my back and thighs
as i write this poem
i think to myself
letting every word flow
i feel locked in a cell
a cell so small
so enriched with enclosure
happiness is an issue
im looking for a motive
i see the grass
green but not perfect
the same as my life
my mistakes are my potions
i picture new beginnings
i dream things get better
living is an obstacle
people try to be settled
pretending everythings okay
hoping things will change
racing to be the best
tripping up over our ways
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