I can't move.
Under this leaden weight I reach out
and try to catch my happiness before it
flutters away.
I see it there
dancing
just beyond my fingertips.
..just..a little..more...
Why? Why can't I have the one thing
i want most in life.
The most important thing - to me.
To escape all the trivialities for even ONE second
- bliss.
It's impossible. More like improbable.
It seems like everything I do is to
satisfy others..
When can I rid that skin and become
who I need to be?
Will this ever happen?
Or is life always this monotonous dream
where free will is only an illusion.
I see my little bit of happiness flying away
right before my eyes.
Maybe someday it will come back again...
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Written May 3rd, 2005
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I love this poem! We as humans have the internal need to conform to standards of society and in doing so we never reach our full potential and become true to ourselves and our soul. This poem captures that struggle beautifuly. You did an excellent job, nice form and flow. Great write!
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this is an excellent poem! I like the format, clearly expressed emotion, altogether an excellent write. I'll read more of your work later!
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