Craving for freedom
Surrounded by faces of everyday life
and places he has seen a hundred times.
He was searching the light,
that is hiding inside.
The bright, the good,
waiting behind the flood.
Cramped by the thoughts running through his head,
filled with things nobody forgets.
He was craving for the freedom,
that he deeply needed.
The wild, the fearless,
waiting behind the surface.
But he could see no light and no freedom.
The darkness of the city was too bright
and the walls in his head were demons.
Envoyé: 07:44 Tue, 28 March 2017 par: Hodzic Elda