Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Photo by Hernan Piñera

Caught up in life quite mundane
Searching for true happiness, finding only pain
I’m forced to live where I can not be me
I wish I could just break free

Competition everywhere for which I don’t care
It’s not true that I can not dare
The joy of life robbed to prove our ability
I wish I could just break free

We fight for a nickel, we fight for a dime
We fight for space and for time
We fight for imaginary boundary
I wish I could just break free

Waged in the past, many a war
Most times not knowing what we fight for
Inhuman, insane, cruel and gory
I wish I could just break free

I dream of a land peaceful and serene
Unpolluted, calm, pure and clean
Living a life which produces no debris
I wish I could just break free

Drinking from streams which are crystal clear
Wandering about anywhere without any fear
Verdant expanses of land with many a fruit tree
I wish I could just break free

Lying under the moonless sky gazing at stars
Or at the full moon with all its scars
Late into the night till it all becomes bleary
I wish I could just break free

It’s beautiful though with all the strife
With what we have to make a life
With what’s amiss if we agree
It’s not in the future, we are already free.

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