Wednesday 7 September 2011

Set Me Free (Poem)


A question asked to all lands
What would you do if free your hands?

I’d say don’t just say that
Do it… set me free!
And hold on for a second,
Or count one two three…

I would jump all around, I would fly
Off this earth… to the endless sky

Beyond my reach, I would run
Through all fields, and beauties under the sun

I would speak, speak of my mind
And leave world, materialistic, way behind

And after doing things I would have said
I don’t need a bed to rest my head…