4.51am Sunday

 
Walking so freely without a care in the world,
It dawns on me, we are not free.
You definately are not. You're just a shell of a living being, existing, resisting the truth. Your truth.
Why don't you face it, face your inner demons. See the things that are eating you alive. Holding you back, attaching themselves to your positive thoughts, until they are no more.
Maybe Sunday early hours is the wrong time to be free. But i'm here so we are going to discuss it. Are you listening? Or waiting for your own poem to be accepted and loved by the crowd.
We all love to be loved, only a few hours a year you can pick the cherries before the birds get them. Whats important to you, getting the cherries before the birds? Sharing?