Living in a 'not-so-free' world.
Free will is given, yet surrounded by confusion.
Living adequately free is reflected as a rebellion.
A life so peaceful:
complete myth—completely unviable.
Living in a 'Cruel' world.
Words.... so powerful, it tyrannizes self-reflections—
Living became expectations and opinions.
Sanity could use some protection:
Swim against waves of expectations,
then be freed from the chains of self-coercion.

O, night, why give life to such being
whose existence ends one with a swing of a scythe?
As one lies on a bed that's all white--
food for worms, as they rot in a blink of sight.
An inevitable end:
fate that no one could bend.
A helpless gasp for wind—
as the blue road pumps the last flow of bleed,
the question: what is life?—will be filled.