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Feb 2014
You ask me what I want to be
and how I will get there.
You ask me why.

I say,
I want to be peaceful.
I want to be free.
And I will do this through love
because I want to be happy.

But you tell me no.
You say that is not the question.
What do you want to do?
You ask.

I just told you.
I want to create love
and feel it.
I want to find happiness
and share it.
I want to be free
and enjoy it.
I want to know peace
and spread it.

You say,
no, you are still not
understanding.
And you laugh at me.

Not understanding what?

You ask again,
what do you want to do
with your life?

I can't help but smile
and I think about
where we are
in that exact moment--
beneath the sun above
and the earth below.
physically together,
yet minds apart.

Minds apart
because when I look at you
I see that really
you don't get it.

And I say,
No, you are not understanding.

We live in a world
where conformity
is the trend.
Where money
is power.
Where materials
are 'necessary.'
Where survival
is not our bodies,
but a vehicle.
And 'happiness' comes
in the form of an
outdated document
with an idea
of what it means
to be 'free.'
And 'peace' is
the invasion of a country
where we don't belong
because it is right,
it is our duty
because we feel
we must
because we care so much
yes,
we care so much

about ourselves.

No.
That is not love.

It is not me
who misunderstands.
It is you.

You are society.
You see what they see.
And I am a bird.
I want to be free.
Emma
Written by
Emma  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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   Renae, Ashley Rodden and gd
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