Breaking Free
Thinking of a scheme
A dream
A master plan to expand
beyond this block of land
Breaking free from these confines
To free my mind
From this predestined design
That seems to unwind
Only time will tell
If my visions
Will come into fortuitous
Or blur like the sight of
deteriorating retinas
that comes with age
Can I turn this page?
Rewrite my ending...
Or will these words simply seem condescending
and redundant...
Thinking of a scheme
A dream
A master plan to expand
beyond this block of land
Breaking free from these confines
To free my mind
From this predestined design
That seems to unwind
Only time will tell
If my visions
Will come into fortuitous
Or blur like the sight of
deteriorating retinas
that comes with age
Can I turn this page?
Rewrite my ending...
Or will these words simply seem condescending
and redundant...
