Freedom

Is it better to be born shackled that we will desire freedom? Or to be born free only to see that freedom is another shackle?

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Crude set of thoughts?

 

The things we do when others don't see,
Tell ourselves who we are.

To show kindness under veils.
is not for others but our hearts.

To shed tears for our brothers,
To share strength without interest,
Even when we have none,
Allows us to laugh through our own pain, 
and gives us the power to when stand alone.

For we carry any act in our hearts,
And experiences within our ideals,
and will use to continue to dream, 
desire and drive,
Through each waking day. 
So, be sure that who you are today,
was who you wanted to be yesterday...

Lost…

Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

My mind is stained.
My hands are empty.
I have lost my sights.
And what I have known are questioned.

Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

I am exhausted...
Did my eyes lie?
In this state I ask,
Are not I on murky ground?

Where am I?
Where am I?
A long time past, I think?
And I can't see where to turn too...

For what can move are ugly thoughts.
A bitter taste creeps to mouth.
and words I would've never say,
now revel in my plight. 

"Where am I?"
"Where am I?"
"A long time past, I think?"
"And I can't see where to turn too..."

Mock me not!
with your words.
For you are not!
For I am lost only for your minute.
But you are not.