Burdening Freedom


A silent haunting
Creeping in the subconscious minds of the mourning

Days pass without the fight to shower
Burdening freedom
To not disturb the dreams of ponies
They see in heaven

Now as the bus stops at the
Vacant corner
Transporting unfulfilled dreams
In a time to bury the young and old
To the hands of
Unjust fate

When the breath of life is taken before it is done
To ask why they remain forever young
Never to wear a tassel
Fall in love
Be a hassle
To their providers of flesh and blood
Living with Him
In Paradise

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