Ignorant Freedom

Tue, 06/10/2014 - 23:19 -- RPrado


My Solitude

Puts me in a mood

that only my imagination can show verisimilitude.


Asking myself if I am chasing a recurring being,

who I can probably be freeing.

I am not kneeing.


The irony

of such tyranny...

makes me go back to the origin of gratitude

so I can fix my attitude.


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