Excitement of Feeling Free
Search of Freedom
this land we take, not sure how to
ourselves free; we search.
with pre-predictions; sight
up has already been determined.
mind gives unto this over and over;
I try and keep the memories of
freedom alive; struggling in today's
some reason my people are wise;
from the suffering of cold poverty.
need for compassion, sheds great
humbling us to a real life.
is in reach.
to grasp freedom; educate wise.
away your rules, and preconceived
is who I am, and how I grow.
can not take that away from me.
I swear, never to take it away from my
freedom to learn, is the freedom to grow.
into this world, young and caring
to your insanities, I talk to myself.
with what is real, or could be fantasy,
begin to ravel with every roll, like a golf
exposed, when the hard shell broken;
to snap, I grow old.
leaves me to think of my past freedom.
so far away, I can smell it like
kind of excitement does not leave you;
you are alive. There are so many reason.
just one taste, you can embody the
do I suffice in this world now?
on the comforts of my own addictions.
day by day, in our confused society;
everyone around me, I become
in my own spun web.
know better, for certain reasons why.
memories of freedom, held close to my
might fight to keep them checked,
the problems they arise.
eventually they unlock my tongue.
mind and body, unable to deny myself my
have been educated to be free.
opinions always mattered.
cared, always true to nature,
ugly, or indifferent;
right and wrong, written, for each
and honesty the strongest rule.
a knowledge can not be denied,
greatest gift for a