I want to be free,
Like a squirrel choosing between many trees,
not like a man on one knee.
Like a seagull hovering near the ocean breeze
not like a mouse trying to get cheese.
I want to be free.

Not listening to orders like some drone
or trying to sell things over the phone;
I want to create my own throne all homegrown,
Not lying to myself and others with no backbone
or hearing my failures through a megaphone
I want to be free.

But what does that really mean?
It's not something given in your genes.
Is it doing what you want whenever or
is it living in the wilderness on some clever endeavor forever?
Or just having enough to indulge in more than just a lean cuisine.
I want to be free, but there are no guarantees

I don't care if all my colleague's succeed
it doesn't mean much to me.
What good is a bachelor's degree with
all the debt attached in actuality?
Studying long hours, getting good grades,
just to be an interviewee?
Not for me, so hear my plea
I want to be free.

You need to be free, you should want to figure this out,
or else I fear you will forever be in a drought.
Feeling like something's missing,
but you don't know what.
You may think you know somewhat,
but just know there are no shortcuts.
You will not succeed if you hold great doubt,
so please just hear me out.

You just have to at least try to be free
and not care even if it doesn't work out.

Dashing through my meadow
Content with my ignorance
A realm absent of shadows
Where I am the king and the prince

   A palace of freedom
    A castle immune to worry
     A keep where sorrow is seldom
      A hold in which thoughts are the flurry

Considered a fair ruler of inherited land
But do understand, no idea is banned
I must command the unmanned gland
to see firsthand the matter at hand,
All within the tick of a second hand.

   Always on watch, defending my zone
    Always churning atop great the throne
     Always deny the unwelcome stones
      Always atone the unkempt grove

This is my home

2:45
Way past the days end
The deep jump I yet to attend
Uneasy feeling but I make due
But I wish to break through
The bamboo cage in my head
They grow and grow as I dread
The night grows longer my ego fed
3:00
Mercy on me speaks my dreadful plea
Please let me sleep I will even pay a fee
All my distress now I have to ***
Can't get up I'll stay awoke even late
I'll just forget and lay on my weight
As I lose time and change another date
I eventually reach my long awaited fate

I've been away from my pen for a while.
It's always with me, speaking silently
I've trained myself to ignore the presence
Even though I acknowledge I've been distant
Reminders of the lack of activity lead me far away.
I wish I knew why I don't pick it up as much anymore
I've been feeling less inspired as of late, yet I should make effort.
I need to fix this before it worsens

Another drink
Another week
Another shot
Another drop
Another blink
Another peak
Another lot
Another flop

Gone again
Where am I
Another feign
Now say bye
for next week
is just what I seek

You hear that?
That faint echo
Luring you closer
Telling you to let go.
The quiet mumur
Plants an idea
Wanting to grow
Curiosity keeps it alive
Lust dispels any divide.
But I see no sun
I'm closed off from it
I want to leave
But I fail to have the means
Just leave me be echos
Your torment will not work on me