Hello #Lifestyle community, I hope everyone enjoys my poem.
Sweet yearn for freedom
Where can I go?
I feel the need to look for you,
How can I identify you?
Time passes, I grow old
I watch the days go by
Could it be that I am doomed?
Or am I getting self-conscious?
Where can I go?
I feel the need to look for you,
How can I identify you?
Time passes, I grow old
I watch the days go by
Could it be that I am doomed?
Or am I getting self-conscious?
Will it be my problems?
Not even living in a free country is enough
the feeling of the unexplored,
a dose of adrenaline,
that energy that gives you life,
the kind of freedom that anyone wants,
that takes us out of the monotonous
How ironic it is to want something that may already have it,
My beloved freedom, I do not want to grow old without first tasting your sweetness