Set It Free
scabbed over my problems, weary of all things to be,
plucking feathers from those who have fallen I scream to my thoughts set it free!
I wonder how could my love be less then a lifestyle if it’s all I know to be,
I’d crown this frown until society came around allowing me to be me.
I’d look at the dreams of intangibility as my insanity flirts with this fear,
I’d lay undressed to my worries and stress specifically to persuade such tears.
Lingering around longevity, insecure by what I posses I validate
my pride one emotion at a time and through creativity... i progress.
The development of this new installation of sensation roams free
And I say to my stationed motivation, Set it free!, Set it free!.
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