Freedom

I get very philosophical at 4 in the morning...

What does freedom even mean?
Does it have a meaning to those in jeans?
And those locked away,
Shall we just rot and in the wind sway?

To me, to us,
It lost its meaning before we stepped on the bus.
The day when we got locked up,
We couldn't even find freedom under a cup.

So many things lost,
The most important was a heavy cost.
She was (and is) everything to me,
Now it wouldn't matter if I hung from a tree.

The goal is just out of arms reach,
Then I'll be able to go to the beach.
Unless of course the test gets me,
Then I'd give up my dreams of eternity.

-DCF

Reviews

[Dark Rider]

Even though I'm not good at reviewing poetry, I really loved this peom! I love the way you write. Great job! :)