distractions
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A paucity of air clings to my lungs as I sink further into what life could be.
Wishing away, living a dream, all the while toying with time’s dominating hand.
I refuse to submit to the brainwashing of
Faith.
I am liberated through
The world;
I am limited by
Religious culture.
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
I don't need
Humanism
To be good, I require only
God.
I don't need man-made distractions such as
Technology and modern advancements
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
In the home of the brave and the land of the free
Greed
Corruption
Lies
Are what we do not see
We fight wars because "freedom is not free"
Money
Power
Oil
I stay up late each night
Dashing through school tasks
Being distracted now and then
A tempting pull
To abandon the path
I always comply
Because my will is always overpowered
Gentle gale, why art thou blowing,For do you know it is scarcely eight in the morning?Instead of focusing on numbers and words,Thou hast tempted me to soar among birds,Free in the sky, without a care in the world,
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
