The Final Act
we sat in silence,not knowing why,
your world had changed.I examined it with awe,
you dreams never had a chance,i say
looking at you with a half crying smile,
as feeling pity for your existence.
and what of mine, you asked as if to compare,
I turn towards the window,
catching the last glimpse,of the stting sun.
smiling at your question,my dreams never left me
my life is of freedom and rebel........my choice!
freedom you laugh what good is freedom
it only exists in your own mind!
I know ,I say
....then stand and walk away.
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