I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle,
Feel young and know that I’m free.
Caged in the cage of the love of my Findings. My heart longs to feel young.
To roll like a dice,
To play and travel,
To think less and work more
To be beautiful from the inside out,
To stay young.
What a feeling of freedom, wishes are fairy tale indeed.
I’m trapped with loneliness,
With pain and anguish.
But I can see, there’s hope!
I rejoice and I’m strengthened.
His joy remains my strength
I let go of everything sometimes and just breath
Breathe in his words and out my worries
I’m young and therefore free
What right have you, to confess this.
How dare you say, you’re free when thought and maturity are prisons without crime.
I want to breathe, seems like it’s not working.
I thought air is free. Find yourself under pressure and dare say this again.
The pressures can be adjusted
They can be properly balanced when we understand
That all the hustle and bustle of life will only amount to one thing in the end,
So my peace is assured, so I rest knowing what to do.
I find time in my struggle and ride my bike and dance feeling young again.
What can peace not do?
Woke up to realize it’s vanity indeed.
Life can deeper than an ocean, it depends if you could find someone to hold on to when you drown.
Have you found it?
One time I thought I found someone.
I was convinced we could ride life together like it’s a bike.
We fell out, paths don’t match
We grew apart.
We’re young and trailing different paths.
Life could be like that.
But you don’t want to give up looking?
Because I just found.
What a bundle of joy!
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I know they’re everywhere.
People to run and laugh with
Shoulders to rest on
I will find, endless joy would be the result.
Seek and you will find, I take these words personally.
Have rest friend.
Don’t push it.
Though it’s rare but not difficult.
I rest at his feet.
The only one I found.
Joy so endless.
I found him!