I contrive to redefine the lines,
Equivalent to defying midnight skies.
Freedom is my bride,
Despite ignorance of a guide.
Why are my mental insides open wide?
What does my future hold?
Specify which road or ride,
And if so why?
You don't know why,
Because you aren't my guide,
And it's all up to me.
I'll pick the right time to arrive,
Alright.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/9/10
Revised 9/29/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
I contrive to redefine the lines,
Equivalent to defying midnight skies.
Freedom is my bride,
Despite ignorance of a guide.
Why are my mental insides open wide?
What does my future hold?
Specify which road or ride,
And if so why?
You don't know why,
Because you aren't my guide,
And it's all up to me.
I'll pick the right time to arrive,
Alright.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/9/10
Revised 9/29/14)
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