|I knew it was going to be rough...
||[Aug. 30th, 2011|03:37 pm]
But not like this...not like this at all.
Freedom is right in front of me
but hiding behind a barrier that's as thick
as the the wood that it was made of.
All I have to get through that barrier
are my hands. But they're gentle
and tired, and battered, and beaten.
everything's been employed
Every tool I had was used
every plan, tried
every method, expended
and every resource, exhausted
Perhaps the message was sent
and it fell on my deaf ears.
Maybe I need to listen to freedom
and understand what it's trying to tell me.
Could it be that something so good
is trying to tell me something rather evil?
Am I not meant to have you, freedom?
is that what you're trying to say?
Should I take a hint, freedom?
Do I need to just cut my losses
and stop trying?
Are you too good to be had by me, freedom?