Mindful Expression.

Freedom,
When asked the name,
Choosing not to say it,
Questioning those abusing it,
Spelling it the way you want it.

Freedom,
Choosing where to stay,
When others pick for you,
Living by,
The life you earned, Not given.

Freedom,
Speaking out loud,
For those and against,
Choosing the sides,
Not by the majority.

Freedom,
To live your lives,
To be your own,
To have your own,
To earn your own,
Treasure it with life.

Final answer

I wonder,

If I am being fooled,

Such an illusion,

My mind have picked up.

Even though,

I haven’t seen you,

Haven’t heard from you,

Or have no notion of your existence,

Why do I trust you,

Why do I live by your words,

Is it because your name is God?

Or a lie that kept me alive?

If I could find the answer.

The unquenchable thirst

He laid back, smiling, like he always does in his favourite bed. No more worries haunted him. Gently running his fingers through his leather jacket, he could smell the stiffness as it was new as it was made.

He laid back smiling, in his captains cabin. While his ship was sinking. His hunger to journey across the sea has been relieved. Now a new voyage begins, to a place no man has heard of before.

He was smiling.

Menacing ritual.

Another one have arrived,

What new did it bring.
Nothing, hardly my thoughts,
But to make me look old.

Past, nowhere in my sight.
right by my foot came future
And this moment in my hand,
No trace where I lost it.

Wish them again,like before,
With all success,they could get.
Only to know, my wish undone,
No one did the same to me.