spilleronsheet

The string that pulls back

High above

amidst the expanse

blue, the colour 

that defined

freedom and liberty of thoughts

 

amidst the height

the soar I felt

struggling my ways 

with rosy dreams

defied the words, they taught

freedom they said

obliged were our duties

 

red was anguish

blood shot hatred

green was envy

but yet tried to dream

 

alas,

all plans fail

when tied up at noose

you are pulled back again

again to where you started

and they called it being free….