She was born with all the freedom,
And her soul was set free.
She would roam the streets till dawn,
To dream of things that she could be.
Her mind was full of questions
And the worlds she could create,
But time then stole her passion
And the world had sealed her fate.
She sat in office chairs now,
All she ever did was type.
For rent can’t pay itself, can it?
And life deserves the hype.
So she slowly let the questions
And the world inside her fade.
She needed all the money,
So she blindly just obeyed.
She was born with all the freedom,
She was very much alive.
But the world so deep inside her
Wasn’t able to survive.
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Chained to convention and tied to world rules and expectations one is a slave to society comes through in this poem. Well written
I greatly appreciate it
You are most welcome Cindy
Could be, Marilyn Monroe.
They all want their pound of flesh, leaving just the carcass.
That is an interesting interpretation. I hadn't considered it.
Rhyme flow and meter all bang on
So easy to read
Some great lines also
A fav for me
Im glad you liked it, and thank you
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