With hate and empty handed,
I let this nature assault me and invade
My little mental freedom.
The weekend has come,
I am all out and breathing
Away my research voids
And personal strategies.
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Tag: freedom
Free speech
I heard you say the truth
In that long meeting of no use
What you really thought
And was hiding behind my ear,
And the room was free.
Forced respect vanished
And my search for the way to
Ended.
Sneaking out
Even today you can
Break free
Through the little break in their attention.
In that second others ignore,
You will change your path
And will never feel
Imprisoned on a sunny day
In a fruitless office.
Marking territory
I yawn like nobody else exists
And my muscles enjoy a little ready
I only know it could feel so good.
In a crowd, yet behaving like alone,
Is the human equivalent
of marking your territory of freedom
And of personal expression.
Cat
It drives me to the edge and stares
At me and my silky pink pajama
Flowing with no respect.
My thoughts fill the void,
Like flowers the gaps you don’t consider,
And freedom is here.
Of me
The skin trembles under the UV-light
At the end of the sweaty experiment.
How much of me is needed
For answering a short question?
In this never-ending hunt?
To be recognized?
Time escape
Rediscover the minutes
Passing unnoticed while you work.
Annoyed by waiting times,
I waste the gift of those small breaks
Daydreaming me out of the lab
And laying me on a silvery beach,
At least for a while.
