I can hear the shadows whispering.
"Come back, come back." they plead.

I keep my face towards the sun.
I won't go back.

I can feel the shadows tugging.
Pulling on my every emotion, closer, closer.

I keep my face towards the sun.
I won't go back.

I can see the shadows following.
Waiting, waiting, for me to break.

I keep my face towards the sun.
I won't go back.

They will never leave me, and that's okay.
I've learned how to fight it, and I promised myself.

*I won't go back.

we search for freedom from this meaningless life.
liberation from our suffering.
deliverance from the pain that is humankind.

we use home remedies like alcohol,
drugs,
suicide.

we are too busy chasing this imaginary concept,
that we do not realize we, and we alone, create freedom.
we just have to let ourselves be free.

the first track is a beautiful ballad; alive and joyous
the second is an upbeat melody; quick and playful
the third is a sullen lullaby; drawn out and breathless
the fourth is a headstrong anthem; robust and conquering
the fifth is a low tune; strong and steady
the sixth is a peaceful hymn; constant and enduring
the last is a gentle song; tranquil and smooth, it drifts off leisurely

this is the playlist of life

What is a rhyme scheme?
What is a sentence?
capitalization?
Punctuation
What is a story?
What is a poem?

None of these things define writing.
You define it when you write.