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Freedom is Back

The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.

Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?

In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.

Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never leave it;
but this security is mostly dizzy sorrow...
I suddenly sever the bond; I quit.

This life is never guaranteed.
Security tries to convince me
in addiction to predict my needs
then feed them, or maybe the fear within me.

Timelessness is bliss when I am free.
I got fed up, so I scratched the vicious circle!
My soul is now the breeze and the sea...
I am a wanderer on paths of lands so fertile.

All the laptops are the killer.
The scheduled days of repetition...
New horizons are fulfillers
of vastness spiraling in intuition.

This happened in a single day.
Immediately and without a warning.
Bridges burnt and now... I smile, I sway
in freedom regained ... so good morning!
AaronBraveHeart
Written by AaronBraveHeart (Boyana Popova)
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