Freedom of a Beggar

Ask for everything when you can lose
Soon you will, all that you can use
Rose-tint my world in a shade of green
Now you can't speak, for you are my queen

I will keep you hidden away
For you look molded straight from clay
Oh my dearest, hopeless doll
I will never allow you to fall

Freedom is a point of view
Your locked jail is true
I do believe you owe me what's due
Freedom is a point of view

The distance is minuscule while too spacious difference is infinite
There seems to be more space between our minds than across the universe
My poetry is meaningless on the scale of everything
There is plenty more to life than simple passings-by