Same routing, same thoughts,
Leaning to the breeze as i rot.
Manipulated and doubtful,
I never knew that I'll end up as a tool.
Clean intentions but forced movement,
All the tracks are hard to be evident.
Whether to be or not to be,
The word "free" is far as I can see.
Attached strings throughout my body,
Struggling to get them out as a hobby.
Not having any hope as i feared,
Until someone cut my strings and cheered.
Guiding me without attachments,
You lead me to the world of intents.
As i stand up and together we walk,
We both smiled as we continue to talk.
The sound of the nether once sang,
It is a good that we both can hang.
Now i know what it would be,
To feel like what it is to be free.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Same routing, same thoughts,
Leaning to the breeze as i rot.
Manipulated and doubtful,
I never knew that I'll end up as a tool.
Clean intentions but forced movement,
All the tracks are hard to be evident.
Whether to be or not to be,
The word "free" is far as I can see.
Attached strings throughout my body,
Struggling to get them out as a hobby.
Not having any hope as i feared,
Until someone cut my strings and cheered.
Guiding me without attachments,
You lead me to the world of intents.
As i stand up and together we walk,
We both smiled as we continue to talk.
The sound of the nether once sang,
It is a good that we both can hang.
Now i know what it would be,
To feel like what it is to be free.
Thank you for setting me free