If only trees can speak

It will gossip the untold

And unfold mysteries

For it sees the passing storm
And feels the calmest wind
It will become the greatest storyteller
That makes one wonder into the unlikely
Thoughts of the world

Sometimes
I wonder what would it be like
If i told you my truth
If i shared you my story
If i offered you a door to my heart

I would have never ever wear a mask again
But i just dont think i have it in me
I don't have the guts
To open the pandora's box inside me

She opened her eyes
Staring in the ceilling of solitude
No jobs, No bills
Waiting for the time to come
But will it ever?

She does her bath
And attended her gyms
Eats in the cafeteria
Of the misdemeanors

She has the hand of Hermes
Good for pickpocketing and handicrafts
In her other time she has
A shadow she becomes doing tricks and trades
Pro you can say in cards, she had a lot of time to practice

Just like that her youth wasted
An act of atrocity
Leading to an ended road

She sure has a lot of time
But yet running out of
Only what she can do now is remorse

She has freedom
But yet leashed
Only what she can do now is behave

Sometimes
A freedom inside is not a freedom outside
Only then you realize what value freedom has
When you dont possess it

Trust takes time to build
Like a pile of a 20 meter bricks
But if you throw your betrayal at it
You will watch it fall
It may stack up again
Only this time it's 15 meters shorter

A true artist
Uses experience as it's greatest ink

Alongside with it's color of emotions

I'd fly to the highest sky
Dive to the deepest sea
Just to stray away from cages

But no matter how high or how deep i would go

Chains will always hold me

The chain of anxiety will always drain every ounce of my confidence

The chain of sadness kills what's happy inside me

The chain of depression whispers darkness around me

The chain of confusion doubts the real person within me

And the chain that will forever hold me, the chain of existential crisis

These chains that hold me will drag me to my cage.
The prison i created for me, locks a small voice deep inside me.

And it will never be free unless i have the courage to weld the key

Would you say I'd be happy if i pick my own choices?
Would you say I'd be happy if i walk my own road?
You would, wouldnt You?
Then why is it that the lane i travel feels alone?