freedom is a lie
what does it mean
to be free?
for we are all meant to
find the thing we are meant to
do, in this life
in this plane of existence
you all at least owe me that much
after all the trysts, quests and
unyielding searches
do not i, too, deserve a chance
to live? live a life that is free
or at the very least – an imitation of freedom?
in these restless binds
here i lie chained
laying in waste in your controlling hate
i don’t even know
what you want from me
sometimes i just don’t understand
if i could ever live up to
your unreal domineering shadow
and i wish with all my heart
that my dreams, that my visions
remain forever mine
and true; for if real life fails me
yet again; i still have my reality
don’t they see that freedom
is just a lie; because like happiness
it’ll come to bite you back
pain has consumed them
loss has consumed you
fear once consumed me
but i’m done letting thralldom hold me back
i’ve got a new path – vengeance
call me misguided
call me a cheat
call me an outcast
but trust me, this is know is true
freedom is greater my own…
i wish i had just 20 seconds
of love/of light/of lapse
60 seconds, a mere minute, of life
ANVI TUTEJA
I Wish This Wasn’t The End…
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