How do I see, when not to flee?
Like plants and trees do thrive as free,
If I'm not me, then what to be?
Thoughts so far, do I disagree.
The clock may chime a ticking time,
Freedom to say the things I want,
Approach and tell, not well so fine,
Express and say but not to rant.
Have I really defiled my right?
Or the fact I see none but light?
Clearest to thee but a blurred sight?
Null and dull, I can't seem to fight.
Each person hides under their masks,
Own worlds revolve around their core,
Having left out because of tasks,
Rest and Relief what I look for.