Vital Labian Stitch
Damn,
I long to be Free
The struggle in society, is one small step in life.
That begins with the basics, my friend.
The fight of wrong and right.
As little ones, the love for guns, is what we learned for fun.
But the poverty is starving me.
Damn, I long to be Free
Can I rest my mind, on a voyage to the unknown?
And get my story told.
Never thought I'd see so much shit unfold,
that I can't condone.
I see the pain, I walk the pain, I live the pain.
Receive the pain
Like fallen rain, in a quest for fame.
Makes me live more, restrained.
Would a stay make a difference, in this great existence?
Or
Would a stay make a great difference, in this existence?
Only time can tell, through resistance and continuance.
I long to be Free
Damn, I long to be Free
To be a man, in times of trial. I'm cognizant of my denial.
The dependence of survival,
Every breath I take is vital.
To maintain, refrain, from influential deviants.
Still they remain, contained in instrumental monuments.
Willed by the power of a government.
To pay the rent for the capitalists,
to fake and hint war.
Desiring a destiny of what I dream to be.
A lavish life of ecstasy,
but the truth is what I see.
Now a Queen by my side,
that I understand.
With a tender caress,
has given me no less, the will to be a man.
This is all part of the master plan,
I couldn't see.
Can't stop the essence of eternity.
Let me Flee!
The instinct of sanity.
Want to set myself straight consciously.
So I put a pen and pad in my hands, till I got raw.
On the page, a world of a man,
Slain from what he saw.
I will appropriate the viable skills,
that I need.
But it is ludicrous to believe, that I will lead a life of Liberty.
Instead
I'll associate, the photographic like verbal talents, of my creed.
To the Anarchist system, that CAN and WON'T
heed.
They're own
Ideology
I long to be free,
of this Vital Labian Stitch
I long to be free.
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