Life has to be something better than what we can see around us. It must be a kind of utopia that’s just beyond that hill, or just a little bit after the horizon. Whatever the case, it has to be there. I don’t see any other way on how this would work. I think it’s up to us to make life better than it is. Does that make sense? I sure hope it does to someone who’s reading this. If it does then I’ve done something right. If it doesn’t? Well that’s another story for another time.
Ah to be free
as a bird on the clouds
a fish in the ocean
To let it all go
without a care in the world
to live and breathe as I wish
Instead I shackle myself
binding myself here in these thoughts
this life, these memories
Someday I'll learn
I'll figure it all out
and be free... I'll understand what that is
as a bird on the clouds
a fish in the ocean
To let it all go
without a care in the world
to live and breathe as I wish
Instead I shackle myself
binding myself here in these thoughts
this life, these memories
Someday I'll learn
I'll figure it all out
and be free... I'll understand what that is
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