My soul calls to the crashing waves,
Let me drift in you like withered wood,
Let me sleep in the glistening blue,
To wake up lost on foreign land,
To be free with you again.
My heart sings to the wild wind,
Carry me away with the gusting sand,
Carry me further and further away,
Lay me in the desert sun to feel,
To be free with you again.
My mind cries to these stone walls,
Crash down and let me go,
Crash around, fall to the ground
Let me see the beauty beyond your chains,
Let me be free by myself once again.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
My soul calls to the crashing waves,
Let me drift in you like withered wood,
Let me sleep in the glistening blue,
To wake up lost on foreign land,
To be free with you again.
My heart sings to the wild wind,
Carry me away with the gusting sand,
Carry me further and further away,
Lay me in the desert sun to feel,
To be free with you again.
My mind cries to these stone walls,
Crash down and let me go,
Crash around, fall to the ground
Let me see the beauty beyond your chains,
Let me be free by myself once again.
This poem is about how we loose our imagination and ability to find beauty in anything as children once the world has jaded us. It was inspired by a quote by Anne Frank in which she reminds us to "think about all the beauty still left around you and be happy".
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