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.
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