Note to self

I just want to know
why I feel this way.

I hardly breath.
Eyes full of water drops.

Tired soul.
I hope it doesn't break
my once restless heart.

I hope to get there.
To the place that only a few
talented, intelligent people get to go.

The magic place where you do
what you love for a living.
The beautiful place where
you can have some balance in your life.

The small things,
the happy things.

Love, care and understanding
above routines, foolish rules
and unfair laws.

I prefer free will a thousand times.
People ain't no machines.
I wish some other peple in the world could realize.
So everybody would have a better life.

I gotta go for it.
I'll try to get there.

Tonight I don't write for you.
Tonight I write so I don't forget
what it's like to be on the other side.
I write so I realize.
I do it thinking about the hole structure.
And I'm not even close to the bottom of it,
I wanna write to remember those who are.

I hope I have the chance to be their voice someday.