We want what we already have in excess,
We all want things we already possess;
And so we drown in the sorrows of light,
Etching onto our souls schemes of a fight.
There’s nothing to need, nothing to gain
just the seductive greed provoking us pain;
Solely piano keys played over our worlds
Infinite possibilities of character moulds….
With whispers we cover freedom with lust
Fostering an essence that deadens our trust;
Hiding the truth: vices painting contempt
ignorance oppressing joy’s futile attempt
To remind that love lies in the sincere….
That life has gifted us without any frontier…
That we are free to breathe fire
Free to live or just to aspire;
Free to love without cautions or guides,
Free to be the one who abides or decides.
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