A Free Me as Perceived by a Dream

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The switch turns on, the stage is set.
My expectations don’t get met.
I try to fix it, but I get
strife and sorrow as they cry.
It is wrong, why do I try?
I cover my fears with lies.
The day has come to shine
on the lie I feel fine;
but the night, sweet like wine,
comes calling me home.
Yet I choose to roam.
So fully alone.
Called by a knife,
where there is strife;
this is my life.
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Lost here
in fear
with tears.
Gone.

Done.

Run.
Lights out.
No doubt.
By myself
brought this hell.
Self-inflicted,
still addicted.
Chained to a power
that haunts the hours.
This disease haunting me.
Will I ever be free?
The bondage within my soul
has put me in a dark hole.
It’s emotional suicide,
a process from which I can’t hide.

I wake to find peace of mind.
The night left me far behind.
I wake, I rise, refreshed.
Still held by my regrets.
I find a new day.
A new and free way.
To cope with me
I try to be
so easy
so pleasing.
It’s hard,
I’m scarred.
Free

Me

Here now.
awake and
happy to be
alive and blessed to
a brand new life. How
come I walk a free man?
‘Cause I see the misery
of others in this world of fools.

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